Geocaches - 10 found, 2 DNF
Walk Inspiration
The day starts by checking Twitter. Country Walking Magazine have tweeted the lyric to Elbow's Song, "One Day Like This". A fitting ditty to name a blog after.
They were bang on the money. Even at 8:30am, its a gorgeous day. Blue Skies, Birds Singing, Mappiman's Gaiters on.
I decide to complete the next monthly stage of the Millennium Way. Only meant to be 3.5 miles but last months was such a mud fest in miserable drizzle that we canned it early. And went to the pub. What a difference a month makes. I will add these miles onto todays, where it will be a pleasure.
I park up at the Neville Arms. This will come in handy later, I am sure.
All Walks need to start Somewhere |
To start though, I have to find my path. There is some confusion, as I walk past a couple of beautiful thatched cottages. When I say past, I mean in their garden, past their kitchen window. And as the day is so nice, their stable door is open and they are leaning outside. I can see where the path is marked on my sat nav but at GZ it is very confusing and probably been re-routed. A friendly chat with one owner reveals that people are always getting lost down here. I re-arrange my plans and double back to attempt the first couple of caches.
They are not easy. First one is a protracted search and find but the 2nd is equally as protracted and a DNF. I move on - there are a lot of caches and I am not spending all day hunting tupperware.
Not when there are frogs around to be hunted.
I thought for a moment, the Labradoodle would eat it. |
Its been all gently uphill but worth it. After crossing the Evesham Road I hit some beautiful woodland and the start of another small cache series.
Walking Improves |
Best Stretch of the Millennium Way for a While |
Back to the pub, soft shoes on and around to their beer garden. Would it be cheeky to use their hose pipe to clean a very dirty Labradoodle?
I work on the theory that the customer is always right.
I then sit, softshell hoody off, and enjoy my pint. The tranquility is interrupted by two very stressed parents with their three under five year olds - the youngest twins. Oh how glad I am to have grown up kids. In the space of one Peroni, there are three footkicking tantrums, several wangs of handfuls of bark and the three utterances, and subsequent reporting by the shocked victims, of the F word.
The parents gently weep into their beers.
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