Left the Plasiterers Inn by way of the garbage route. (When you leave before breakfast, if you are in a pub sort of place, the main areas are closed off because that is where the alcohol is.) The route's beginning was just outside the front door; always a plus when you don't have to hunt for the starting point. Leaving the Cotswold Way (but not the Cotswolds) for a couple of days, I began the Windrush Way, a 13 1/2 mile trek if done without a hitch, about 15 1/2 in my case, the extra mileage not being entirely my fault.
Most of the way was beautiful, except for the road walking which was not. There was much, very much tall, wet grass
Just so you should know, there was more than one kind of very tall, wet grass.
so despite using gators, socks, boots and insoles were soaked through.
This horse reminded me of those Spanish telenovelas wherein they kidnap you and pull you into a car and cover your head so that you can't see nothin'!
Sheep wool hanging on tree, but no sheep in sight:
Some signs are really hard to see:
Others, much easier:
Things were going just fine until a locked gate blocked the way I wanted to go, and the GPS said to go. A large sign pointing to the right read FOOTPATH, so it seemed a detour or a diversion, but in reality it was over a 1/2 of walking to nowhere and then back again, and a climb over the locked gate. Then about a tenth of a mile, that is one block!! from town, a portable sign plunked in the middle of the path read. PATH CLOSED, "Really?" I ignored the sign, but just before the end, some serious sewer work was going on, so a turn around it was.
The hotel where I am staying for two nights, a very nice hotel, indeed, would not admit arriving guests a minute before 3:00, so I changed from boots to Keenes as is my custom and headed off to Birdland.
There were penguins
flamingo, two kinds:
And many many others. The
cassowary was one of my favorites; she is a bit hard to see behind the wire.
Cute town Bourton is and it really is on the water:
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