Walk Inspiration - Jarrold 21, Walk 14
Geocaches - 4
We pull into the carpark of our haunted hotel and Sonia checks in our location on Facebook. Within moments, someone has replied to the status condemning the town as being "Chock full of Ar**holes".
A walk that takes in the sights and an evening investigating the pubs, should allow us to determine if our online tripadvisor is in anyway correct.
We start in the shadow of St John the Baptist's Tower, which we can also see from our room. Not being a watch wearer, I enjoyed its chimes in the morning, telling me its another 90 minutes until breakfast. With reminders every 15 minutes, in case I nodded back off and missed it.
Bong. 15 minutes break. Bong. |
We get our first glimpse of the town and the front of the George and Pilgrims where we are staying. Its been a tough one knowing whether to book here or not. The reviews have been mixed to say the least, but in the end, the prospect of the oldest pub in the South West, where Henry VIII climbed the same spiral staircase to his digs, beat the Premier Inn hands down.
And did I say it's Haunted? They have ghost hunting nights and even have a photo of one in reception. All Premier Inn have is shower gel dispensers and a Lenny Henry guarantee.
Fit for a King |
We get out into the countryside via Magdalene Street and spy a couple of boozers that we may or may not be brave enough to frequent on the night. Through some minor industrial estates and out into the Somerset Plains.
There's plenty of evidence of man controlling the water here. The Sat Nav informs us that we are a lofty 10ft above Sea Level. One big wave and this place is gone.
Drainage Ditch - The Tor Behind |
The walking is not too inspired at this stage. We pick up the straight as an arrow River Brue and follow it eastwards to our first tourist stop - Wearyall Hill.
Is it a River or a Canal? |
Wearyall Hill Conquered - a Breather before the Tor |
The Glastonbury Stump |
A quick stop off at the Chalice Well, where we are hit with the first of many smells of Jazz cigarettes. There's a musician (unsure of his jazz pedigree, the guitar is still cased up), hanging around have a toke. We leave him to his puff, and lose ours on the climb to the Tor.
Its a bit of a lung buster, but we are allowed a breather when we meet some acquaintances who are on the descent. As with any hill climb, the views make it all worthwhile.
Up Close |
The Mendip Plains |
View from the Porch |
Easy Navigation |
We hit the town from the east and get to take in all its glory. A collection of Buddhist Treatments, Tarot Readings and fine chocolatiers.
Buddhist Retreat - Somerset Branch |
Temple of Love |
Its not a normal high street - decidedly bereft of a Greggs. And you have to a soft spot for a town that offers services such as these.
Even sweaty conquerors of 2 hills can have one. |
Turning into a great day. |
Back to the hotel for a rest before hitting the nights spots. But will we encounter any ghostly experiences?
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