Blue Sky Travel

  There's something about the first genuinely warm morning of summer that makes you want to do something worthy of it. That's how we found ourselves setting out from Broadway, the Cotswold Way stretching ahead of us and the sun already pressing warm against our backs before we'd even found our stride. The path rises steadily out of the village, and almost immediately the world opens up. Sheep were scattered across the fields we crossed, heads down, intent on the serious business of grazing. There's a sound sheep make — that soft, determined rip-and-tear of grass — that you don't really notice until the countryside is quiet enough to let you hear it. On that morning it seemed like the whole hillside was making a kind of steady, earthy music. Lower down, where a small stone bridge carries the path over a stream, we came across lambs standing ankle-deep in the cool water, cooling themselves in the shade. Their calls were thin and bright in the still air, quite di...