Woken tent pitched in Charlton king's are of Cheltenham, rolling up the sleeping mat many black bugs appeared, so I scrabbled to pick them up and throw them out of my tent.
Happy I am to have found my hat at the bottom of my sleeping bag. Packed up my things and walked the footpath to Leckhampton hill. The walk was shunted by a closed footpath, walkers here are overall friendly, a lady stopped to talk to me, she had settled in Cheltenham from London. The ascent was easy along a rocky road, a tree had fallen down blocking access to the hill.
Three-quarter up the hill, the vista opened up.
Joining the Cotswold Way, a rugged golden path became smooth.
The view of Cheltenham was quite something at the top.
Look how verdant these tree leaves are.
The plinth at the summit was painted in different colours.
It hailed when I arrived at the western face, there is a stack there made by workers at the quarry that was once operating here. The moody grey sky arriving from a south-western direction punched hail stones onto walkers faces.
Leaving the hill, there were many pretty flowers…
I entered Crickley hill. Hungry, I rested and had lunch at Crickley hill's Wildlife trust café; the food was delicious.
I knocked the milk jar over because often I miss coordinate my hands, due to suffering so much trauma.
Recent sightings = Adders :) and a cuckoo, :( how ironic. There was also an insect hotel they'd named Bugingham Palace, buging is what "strangers" do to distract and cripple your projections.
The view from Crickley hill is quite something.
And a view of Crickley hill…
The walk past the Air Balloon pub was chocking with heavy traffic, I'm surprised the business manages to remain open; if it were not for the cranky clientele that frequent it. I took the path along the hillside to avoid Barrow Wake viewpoint, subjected to anti-social use by doggers and other creepy perverts.
The Cotswold way became awesome once more as I entered some woodland.
Something shit was going on in Buckholt woodland, every time I go near this place they do shit things, out of sight, out of mind. But I found a pretty flower and took a photograph of it.
A few miles along the national footpath, I arrived at Painswick Beacon, which is the highest point in Gloucestershire; the Wysis Way crosses the Cotswold Way here also. Some person, probably local, had been severely offended by the dropping of litter.
Arriving onto the golf course, an elderly man with his wife approached. I felt him rub my ego as he approached me, in an exacting same manner a climber approached me on the way to Ben MacDui summit, just a few days ago. He wanted to take some walking poles he'd made out of hazel and offered a lift into Painswick; I declined.
After walking past a quarry my map application on my mobile phone failed to load the Cotswold way after the village of Painswick but I found my way through OK, because I have been to this place before.
As 5pm approached I'd walked over sixteen miles; my feet had become sore from wearing in my new walking boots; I messaged my friend and she came and picked me up in her car; a mere 30 or so yards from the village of Edge.
I was really glad to arrive at my friends house. The hot water of the shower running over my body calmed my quivering and a hot meal helped me rest for the night.
Happy I am to have found my hat at the bottom of my sleeping bag. Packed up my things and walked the footpath to Leckhampton hill. The walk was shunted by a closed footpath, walkers here are overall friendly, a lady stopped to talk to me, she had settled in Cheltenham from London. The ascent was easy along a rocky road, a tree had fallen down blocking access to the hill.
Three-quarter up the hill, the vista opened up.
Joining the Cotswold Way, a rugged golden path became smooth.
The view of Cheltenham was quite something at the top.
Look how verdant these tree leaves are.
The plinth at the summit was painted in different colours.
It hailed when I arrived at the western face, there is a stack there made by workers at the quarry that was once operating here. The moody grey sky arriving from a south-western direction punched hail stones onto walkers faces.
Leaving the hill, there were many pretty flowers…
I entered Crickley hill. Hungry, I rested and had lunch at Crickley hill's Wildlife trust café; the food was delicious.
I knocked the milk jar over because often I miss coordinate my hands, due to suffering so much trauma.
Recent sightings = Adders :) and a cuckoo, :( how ironic. There was also an insect hotel they'd named Bugingham Palace, buging is what "strangers" do to distract and cripple your projections.
The view from Crickley hill is quite something.
And a view of Crickley hill…
The walk past the Air Balloon pub was chocking with heavy traffic, I'm surprised the business manages to remain open; if it were not for the cranky clientele that frequent it. I took the path along the hillside to avoid Barrow Wake viewpoint, subjected to anti-social use by doggers and other creepy perverts.
The Cotswold way became awesome once more as I entered some woodland.
Something shit was going on in Buckholt woodland, every time I go near this place they do shit things, out of sight, out of mind. But I found a pretty flower and took a photograph of it.
A few miles along the national footpath, I arrived at Painswick Beacon, which is the highest point in Gloucestershire; the Wysis Way crosses the Cotswold Way here also. Some person, probably local, had been severely offended by the dropping of litter.
Arriving onto the golf course, an elderly man with his wife approached. I felt him rub my ego as he approached me, in an exacting same manner a climber approached me on the way to Ben MacDui summit, just a few days ago. He wanted to take some walking poles he'd made out of hazel and offered a lift into Painswick; I declined.
After walking past a quarry my map application on my mobile phone failed to load the Cotswold way after the village of Painswick but I found my way through OK, because I have been to this place before.
As 5pm approached I'd walked over sixteen miles; my feet had become sore from wearing in my new walking boots; I messaged my friend and she came and picked me up in her car; a mere 30 or so yards from the village of Edge.
I was really glad to arrive at my friends house. The hot water of the shower running over my body calmed my quivering and a hot meal helped me rest for the night.
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