I was just dozing off against my head rest, as the scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, when an announcement over the tannoy roused me. Next stop, Moreton in Marsh. I’d joined the train at Reading and had been marveling at how the landscape had changed through my train window – from built-up towns to green fields, to sudden hills and valleys with traditional dry-stone walls. I was travelling in the Cotswolds. I’d never been and the only time I’d seen any Cotswolds buildings or countryside was on the show Escape to the Country.