Cotswolds revisited part 1.

While half of the world's fashion media was traipsing around the Cotswolds in the lead up to a certain K. Moss's wedding I was traipsing around taking photographs and, as you know, antique treasure hunting.

We ate flaky-pastry pies and read vintage books in the sunshine, marvelled at the freshly-learned factoid that the Queen apparently owns every single swan in the country and sipped cold cider on warm afternoons.

I'm determined to go back for an extended camping trip next July. Wanna come?

Disclaimer: I get first dibs on all goods during treasure hunting expeditions.