A week back me and my family stayed in our caravan in a local village named Tewkesbury. This village is a vintage lovers heaven, with thatched roofs, antique shops and cute cafes. Like the olden days you even have to pay for the toilet!
We walked into the village through the gardens, a river flowing to the left with bright flowers surrounded the gardens. The sign 'Victorian gardens' sounds as beautiful as it looked.
After the gardens we looked round the village. Its full of vintage sweet shops with plastic gars covering the walls. Nearby alley ways are full of books which seems magical.
After looking in all the shops we fell hungry and entered a café which was jam packed with vintage collections evey pice of wall had something unique and special. Each individual table had sugar cubes and a tin of beans holding a flower. The meal was lovely too. I just had a jacket potato. There's nothing like a oven baked potato.
The next day we took a walk round the caravan site. The walk was lovely there was rabbit holes and scurrying sounds along the fallen leaves. We stopped to pick some blackberries. My Dad was staring into the eyes of Adder. The snake was so camouflaged I don't know how he spotted it. It was so still, catching the last of the sun.