We left St. Andrews this morning and headed back for England, our destination being Chipping Campden, an ancient sheep village in the middle of a very pastoral region west of London known as the Cotswolds. It rained nearly throughout the entire drive, but there couldn’t have been a better time for it to rain. This was the only day we were in the car most of the day and unable to see anything anyway. We arrived in the evening in Chipping Campden just in time to see the sun setting on the golden stone out of which the entire town is made. We ate at the inn known as the Eight Bells, established in the 1300s, and rested for the night.