Yesterday was a beautiful day... in so many ways! Not just the weather, but I realised something too and I haven't even started the philosphical rampage of 'El Camino': Life is full of 'what I call mistakes', but what you think might be a bummer at the time, could just turn out for the best. Let me explain.
I was accompanied on this occasion by my long shanks of a' life partner' (a rare occurence, but welcomed). No this wasn't the mistake, but some might argue otherwise. We left one car at Cleeve Golf Course and another in Boradway where we started our journey, the plan being to walk the 18 or so miles from Broadway to Cleeve Hill in one fell swoop, with a short break for lunch.
The trek began with a tough start, 4 miles all up hill. We started late at 11am so didn't arrive in Stanton until 2pm. The Mount Inn was a welcome respite,even though they had finished serving food. Not even my ravenous glances at the bar man could get them to change their minds, so after a quick drink we carried on, hoping to get some nosh in Winchcombe.
More hills, more minature cows with massive horns, more half shorn sheep, many more hills. About half way into the walk it suddently dawned on me. How were we going to drive back to Broadway when we came to the end, WITHOUT THE FLAMING CAR KEYS?!! It was about 4pm and I was so hungry, I could have eaten a whole miniture cow with massive horns. Even long shanks looked tasty and I began to wonder whether, legally, grounds for canebalism did exist. Having walked a further 5 miles we decided to turn back,as the next watering hole was too far knowing that we wouldn't be able to continue to the end as planned.
We arrived back at the Mount Inn just as they were beginning to start evening meals, so no queues and immediate service, kerrr ching! For the remaining 4 miles we accompanied a glorious sunset, there was no one around and the air smelled sweet and happy.