Anachronistically named, these villages in the Cotswolds have the well-manicured hands of self-conscious middle-England. The overpriced "antique"(tat, more like) shops of nearby Stow and clotted cream teas for those clotted arteries are eschewed in favour of an attractive museum.
You drive past, gawk, try and find a place to park(never on a Sunday), dodge other tourists modelling this year's range of polyester...and 15 minutes later you have that glow of knowing that something nice is lovingly pasted onto your SD card.