Picture this: You’re stuck in a London office, the clock ticks past 5 pm, and the only thing you can think about is a break that feels more like a getaway.
Last week, my friend Tom, a graphic designer in Shoreditch, told me he’d finally booked a two‑day trip to the Cotswolds. He’d only spent a week in the city, but the moment he stepped off the train, the buzz of the metropolis faded into the scent of pine and the sound of a distant waterfall. donbet.
