Yes, Bradford on Avon is in the Cotswolds. But it’s an honorary member, not a founding father. It’s the friend who shows up late to the party but brings the best cheese plate. Respect the cheese plate.
If you go, wander the labyrinthine streets and don’t worry about borders. The river flows, the stone glows, and the scones are warm. Who cares about a line on a map when the view is this good?
Just don’t ask someone from Bourton-on-the-Water. They might need a lie down. And bring a camera — or at least a good excuse for missing the train because you were photographing a duck on a canal lock. That’s the Cotswolds spirit.
