Kingham

Rustic pubs, patchworks of rolling golden fields—and not a soul in sight except for the curious stares from the cows clearly judging our navigation skills.

We got lost — as usual (both of us completely directionless, even with Google Maps cheering us on) — and accidentally landed on the other side of town in Bledington, at the gorgeous The King’s Head Inn, where a refresher felt extremely necessary.

The sun blazed like it had something to prove—this is the UK, after all.

We wandered for miles, legs aching, ducking into any scrap of shade we could find. The only sounds were the gentle gurgle of hidden brooks and the crunch of our boots through wild grass.

The food and hospitality? Every single bite at The Wild Rabbit and Kingham Plough was absolutely, madly delicious.

And the locals? Super friendly, genuinely welcoming, endlessly kind—the sort of people who make you feel like you’ve stumbled into a home you never want to leave. Not something you come across every day—and it totally stuck with me.

Meeting up with family at Daylesford Farm was an absolute vibe—produce so freshly vibrant it practically mooed at us, and organic everything looking like it had just waltzed out of Clarkson’s Farm on Amazon Prime.

Ploughman’s boards stacked high, chilled, intricately decorated refreshments, and merchandise so outrageously beautiful (and yes, eye-wateringly priced) that it was impossible not to get completely swept up in it all.

Kingham has definitely lodged itself in our hearts — we will be back!

P.S. I have to mention The Bull in Charlbury (just one stop from Kingham), where we stayed overnight — and wow, the food and service were out of this world.

We had no idea just how sought-after it was until we later learned that U.S. Vice President JD Vance and his family tried to dine there but were turned away (woop woop!). Well, at least we’re still on the VIP list — and apparently, so is Kamala Harris.