First stop Thornbury, where Dru snapped up a copy of 'Biggles Gets His Men' in a charity shop, then Berkeley (where, it turns out, there are no bookshops but a soon to close newsagents and a pharmacy in the former pub), followed by the Wildfowl and Wetlands Trust at Slimbridge.
We also hoped to pop into the church with its graceful spire but it was locked. The churchyard was interesting, though, if swampy. In contrast to the elegance of the architecture, there were some very thuggish cherubs. I suspect they are bouncers at the Pearly Gates.
Then it was off to Hetty Pegler's Tump, the Neolithic Long Barrow at Uley, just outside Dursley. The mound is named after Hester, wife of the the 17th century owner of the field, who died in 1694.
It was pretty rainy and the ground was sodden and slippy, but the colour and geometry of rock and trees made up for that.
Back up on the road we found ourselves in cloud, but the skies were clearing from the west and by the time we reached the tump, the day was brightening.
The entrance being much smaller than the one at Stoney Littleton - or me possibly being rather fatter - I didn't attempt to squeeze through it, but this is what it looks like inside.
En route to Nailsworth to drop off some books in the Yellow-Lighted Bookshop, we saw a sign for Selsley, a small village outside Stroud with a remarkable Arts and Crafts Church, and as Dru had yet to visit it, we made a brief detour.
Look, isn't it stunning, seen through the Lych Gate with attendant jackdaws?
The last of the great Cotswold wool churches.
Selsey's chief treasure is its windows, which date from 1862 and are the only complete set designed by Morris, Marshall, Faulkner & Co.
This is one of my favourites - another Ascension, like the mediaeval window at Fairford and the stone carving in Wells Cathedral.
There were lots of lovely Arts and Crafts touches - the delicately carved screen around the Lady Chapel, the capitals on the (rather ugly marble) columns, the altarcloth and pulpit hanging, but I'm sticking with the windows for now.
In the churchyard, some of the more modern headstones were reminiscent of those at Mells and Partrishow. This one is engraved with a few lines from 'Parting' by Jorge Luis Borges.
Back at the car, Ted was twiddling his paws so we let him drive us home via Nailsworth and Wotton-under-Edge (whose bookshop, unfortunately, was closed), returning somewhat later than planned ... but what a cracking day out.