Cotswold Lavender Fields, Worcestershire
Following 2017’s successful trip to see the confetti fields, my Mum, Jodie and I went to visit the Cotswold Lavender fields in the summer’s heat wave.
Based near Snowshill in Worcestershire, the bright purple of the fields could be seen before even reaching the car park! Once we’d all rocked up, we excitedly paid for our tickets and went through the gate.
It looked stunning! There were rows upon rows upon rows of the delicate flowers blooming in the sunshine.
Wandering aimlessly through the crops was something special indeed and the scent in the air was delectable.
In the vast sea of purple, hundreds of bees buzzed from plant to plant, as did plenty of butterflies. The whole place was teaming with life and a lovely energy.
As well as the luscious purple blooms, there were also wildflower and Phacelia patches; the latter being a strange, almost alien looking, flower that none of us had come across before!
As brilliant as it was, a warning for those that wish to visit the fields in future: be prepared for plenty of people. There were lots of visitors and it became very difficult to get a photo without someone in the background. But we didn’t let it bother us and carried on our stroll/natter.
After working up quite the appetite, we popped in to the cafe on site. Jodie and I both had a lavender scone with clotted cream and lavender strawberry jam, accompanied by a cup of lavender infused Earl Grey tea – when in Rome…well, Cotswold Lavender and all that! It was so good!!
Before we parted ways, Mum took us to see the corn fields situated just up the road from the lavender fields too. The fields were ablaze with the golden crops which contrasted beautifully against the blue sky. If that isn’t a picture perfect countryside view, I don’t know what is!
I had a wonderful day at the lavender farm with two lovely women and I hope you’ve enjoyed the photographs too!
To find out when the fields will be open next year, visit the Cotswold Lavender’s website or Facebook page.
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