Geocaches - 23
There's a good reason why we are Goretexing up on a miserable Saturday Morning in the part of the North Cotswolds where Gloucestershire meets Warwickshire.
We need to walk off this.
What did you have for tea? |
It's a peculiarly British pasttime of taking your loved one to a fine country hotel and stuffing 7 puddings down her, while a master of ceremonies urges you on with the cry of "..... served with lashings of custard".
We'd never heard of pudding hangovers before. We know all about them now.
The only thing to do is put on waterproofs and head out into the mire.
There's a trio of fine villages to base our walk from, Mickleton and Ilmington were duly considered but Ebrington has the Good Beer Guide Pub and has not been previously discovered. Plentiful geocaches mean that we have something to distract from the weather.
Views on another day |
Thanks COs. Great caching.
Photo required of Log too wet to sign |
Mrs M, bored now, refuses to acknowledge the king of cache containers |
Walking wise, we have good yet muddy paths with the figure of 8 route dominated by Foxcote House - a spectacular 1740's manor house bought and renovated by the man who runs Victoria Secrets and used solely to satisfy his desire for pheasant shooting.
Sell a lot of ladies pants and you get to own this |
High Praise |
17th Century Cotswold Pub |
Of course, its totally gorgeous. The staff are a delight who welcome you on arrival and after you've made use of the facilities. The food, even to Geocachers who had vowed a fasting day, smelled wonderful. And there was even something new to try beer wise.
Who's ever heard of Yubby?
Yubbies all round |
A fine pint of English Bitter. They sold presentation packs for a price that isn't going to trouble Tesco Multi Purchase offers.
One now resides in my outdoor fridge.
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