Tag: Walking in England
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The Cotswold Way-We Climbed Our Last Hill
Day 9 We enjoyed a semi-leisurely morning today, our last day of walking. Tonight we would call it quits in Bath, England, the town known for its Roman-built baths. But first we had that walking to do. Upon reaching the top of our morning climb we discovered a history lesson stretched across the landscape. Lansdown…
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The Cotswold Way-A Couple Of Wimps
Day 6 It was an ongoing 24-hour debate between us; Should we walk or not? How hard would it rain? How windy would it get? How wet would we be by the time we reached Wotton-Under-Edge?Having walked in miserable weather several times in the past, the memories were clear, so in the end we wimped…
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The Cotswold Way-Our Broadway Debut
Day 1 The time had come to get back on the trail and we were ready. The pub crowd below our bedroom Wednesday night was heavily vested in the televised soccer/football match, cheering, drinking and carrying on. Once it became clear the match was over, the music started up until about 11:00. Fortunately we had…
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The Cotswold Way-Chipping Campden
Two trains and a bus transported us across England, from York to Chipping Campden, where we will spend two nights before we set foot along the 102-mile Cotswold Way.This quintessential English Village was known as a wool trading center in the Middle Ages. Today, there is an active arts and crafts community as well as…
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South West Coast Path: The Checkered Flag is in Sight
As pleasant as the above scene looks, Sunday morning brought horrendously strong winds to the area, foiling the plans of any walker in his or her right mind. Our host was kind enough to keep our packs for us until we could catch the afternoon bus to Pendeen, our stop for the night. The photos…
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South West Coast Path: Wind and Weather Continue
Our days have been a wild mix of gusty winds and drenching rain showers. Unfortunately, blustery conditions have kept us off the trail. Evenings, on the other hand, have been fairly calm and quiet.
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South West Coast Path: I may be an American, but…
As we came over the rise, we saw a crowd of folks gathered down on the beach. Many appeared to be sporting medieval costumes, some were perched on horseback, others just milling about. There was also a small fleet of rickety, wooden boats ready to launch. I pitied the poor stunt men or women who…
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