Salad days in the Cotswolds

In the late spring last year, I had to travel to the Cotswolds  for work. I had to spend most of a Friday in a picturesque little village in Gloucestershire. It’s tough, I know, but someone had to do it.

I travelled by train from central London. A 90-minute journey took me to a village called Moreton-in-Marsh, where I met my colleague.DSC_0590_1Together we travelled into a village called Stanton, where our work awaited us.

When we’d finished our filming, we wandered around the beautiful village and marvelled at the homes and village life. I imagined a future that involved a home in the Cotswolds, and spent some time wondering how Mr Sunshine and I could make that happen.




DSC_0582_1My colleague took me back to Moreton-in-Marsh where I was to catch the train back to London. I walked around the village, and stopped for a meal before the return journey. I chose a sweet and cosy little ‘tea shop’ on the village high street. When I entered and asked for a table for one, I was shown, with some empathy, to a little table next to the window.

I read the menu, and couldn’t find anything I really wanted. So I asked the waiter if they could make me a ‘special salad’.

“A special salad?”

I said something really simple would be perfect.

“A mixture of what you have would be great.”

“A special salad? What do you mean?”

When I explained some lettuce, tomato, potato salad and the like would be fabulous, she said, “I’d better ask my manager.”

She scuttled, frowning, towards the kitchen.

A few minutes later, the manager came over to my table and said, “I understand you want a special salad?”

Again, I explained what I was looking for.

He looked at me sideways and then excused himself. He disappeared kitchenwards.

A few minutes later, a third person approached my table and asked me about said special salad.

“What is it you want? Lettuce? Tomato? Cucumber? Potato salad? Coleslaw?”

When I responded in the affirmative to whatever she could offer me, she offered to see what she could do for me. She returned 10 minutes later with a plateful of deliciousness, and encouraged me to enjoy it. She looked like she felt sorry for me.

When I’d finished the multi-coloured selection of freshness, I called for my bill.

The manager brought the bill to me with an apology.

“I’m really sorry, I had to put it through as a quiche. I didn’t know what else to do.”

I was so amused I’d caused a storm in a tea shop. And then it got me thinking – maybe that’s how we could fund a life in the Cotswolds: open a tea shop specialising in special salads. Especially for the fussy townies.

Sunshine signing off for today!






4 thoughts on “Salad days in the Cotswolds

  1. Hello SunshineInLondon, I’ve only just stumbled upon your blog which I am enjoying immensely. I moved to Sherston, a village in the Cotswolds in 2008 straight from the suburbs of Johannesburg. To say it was a bit of a culture shock would be the understatement of the decade. But 8 years on, it is home and I am forever grateful that we found this quaint little village. If you are ever in the area, look me up and we can chat over a mug of rooibos. i studied at UCT and have fond memories of CT. Keep up your fantastic blogging…..I’ll be back to have a proper read through. for now, its back to work.

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