Distance: 31,2 km (19,4 mi) for a total of 654,5 km (406,7 mi)
Ascent (ca.): 815 m (2675 ft)
Weather: Dark clouds in the early morning, getting more and more sunny, summer temperatures in the afternoon
Another long day ahead as I had two appointments to keep, one for Monday and one for Tuesday. So I rejoined the CW from Nympsfield. The dark clouds made for dramatic views from the escarpment in the morning.
But long before nearing Stroud it had already cleared up. I was just leaving Middleyard when a man asked me if I had seen a border collie. As I indeed had met one accompanying a couple of walkers (who claimed it wasn’t their dog and it had followed them for a while) into the woods I enquired a bit describing this one and then showed the man on the map where I had seen his dog on the other side of the town. He looked worried, thanked me and rushed off. Well, perhaps the dog found it a more interesting Sunday morning to stroll around with walkers instead of waiting for someone getting up at the house.
The Stroudwater Canal which I crossed at Ryeford offered a peaceful view. Next I crossed a railway line and was quite irritated. I’m not good at plants but with friends of my parents having lived near the Loreley I’m sure I can recognise a vineyard seeing one. As I couldn’t imagine a vineyard in the middle of the Cotswolds I thought I was wrong. But the next similar “field” proved that I had been right.
The way contoured nicely through woodlands, sometimes offering wider views. I made good progress and already was looking forward to a well-earned lunch rest when I was kindly informed how many miles were left to the end of the CW.
Painswick was a really lovely town where I understood everything I’ve read about honey-coloured houses. And a good lunch I got there as well.
When I finally left this nice place I had to speed up because I wasn’t sure about the campsite. I had hardly found any information on it and none on the usual camping websites. So I had to reckon with the need to head further on if the information proved faulty. Luckily, it wasn’t and even better: When the farmer heard that I was not only walking the CW but LEJOG he declared he wouldn’t charge me for the pitch. Very generous indeed! So I was able to pitch early enough for the tent which I had to pack wet after the night’s rain to dry in the late afternoon sun.