Geocaches - 1
Vaguely rude sounding place names - Puck Pit Lane, Strip Lynchets and Monk's Hole.
Winchcombe
I cannot tell you how much I love Winchcombe. It is my favorite place in the world. After Edinburgh and London. And New York was pretty cool. But it is right up there. It's prime walking country and I always have an annual visit. Usually on a Sunday, as you can park for free in the high street, if you get there early enough.
One my first visits was when I was completing the Cotswolds Way in 2006. This was my first stop off point from Chipping Campden and I remember being very wet when I got to the old white lion pub, my bed for the night. We go back in again after the walk.
Today, Ellie is dropped off at work. I have been planning this walk for a couple of weeks but put off through bad weather and no company. No problems today, as Sonia is up for it and it is glorious weather.
Park in the high street and walk down to the bottom and north onto the Cotswolds Way at Puck Pit Lane. We are following 4 American ladies but have to try and keep our distance as our only cache is not far up here. This is thwarted when they stop to take off jackets and then enquire about the labradoodle. Its nice to think that this part of the world is that beautiful that even the septics, not known for their passports, are prepared to make the journey. They move off and we stop for the only cache of the round.
The Americans continue on the Cotswold Way towards Broadway and we climb up a path on the right that is a bit indistinct. Sonia complains that its full of cow pats and the stingers are up to her armpits. We have a run in with the beasts that make the mess and I get stung on the back of my knees. Arrive at the fantastically named Monk's Hole.
Cow Pats and Monk's Holes. |
That's all the climbing for the day and the views over the vale of Evesham are outstanding.
Ask Molly which way is Evesham? |
Too Much Gaelic Dancing |
Lunch is behind us. |
Take me to the pub. |
We move on to the Old White Lion Inn. Another great pub. Here, you can have baguettes if you want them. We stit outside in the smoking area and get regaled with stories of the drinking exploits of the locals. Last night, Sid was in till 3am, went to work at 8am this morning and is back at 12:30. I bet Sid doesn't even know what an SSRI is.
So my advice is to be like Sid but do some walking rather than the working.
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