Yawn - another day of superlatives, to bore my readers - no trials and tribulations, just more wonderful experiences that encompass the landscape, the people, the weather, the route, the lodgings, the historic sites and the food & drink.
Hard to explain how steep this really is!
We left Stow-on-Wold after another hearty brekkie that included scrambled eggs and salmon - can you tell we are not suffering much? And the coffee has been universally wonderful - always served in a French press and so rich. It is jet fuel for the first 2 hours of biking every day!
We stopped in two absolutely charming towns along the 36-mile route - Windrush and Northleach. Windrush was a total unknown, but when we arrived something just grabbed us about its aura and we stopped to poke around.
Windrush - a great aura
Northleach was the designated lunch stop based on the route itinerary - we had originally intended to visit its "Rural Life Museum" but found out from the locals that it closed in 2002, and subsequent efforts to revive it failed as the funding was diverted to the Cirencester museum. But the town itself was so sweet - I snuck another photo of Peter sketching while seated in the churchyard (which doubled as our picnic area); this is followed by the scene he was rendering. I wandered around and enjoyed the feel of a small village with charm not besmirched by heavy tourism.
The sketcher at work
The scene he sketched
Our next destination was the National Trust's Chedworth Roman Villa site. If this intrigues you beyond my short exposition, go to www.nationaltrust.org.uk/main/w-chedworthromanvilla - lots of great pictures and info.
It is a 1,700 year old site of a Romano-British villa, discovered by Victorian-era landowners who later donated the site to the National Trust. Wonderful mosaics, incredible grounds and so much remaining to be excavated. Apparently the Victorians did the best they knew how in their original efforts, but many of the excavated sites were poorly catalogued and their real purposes were obscured by poor archaeological practices.
When we left the Villa we came upon an incredible number of pheasants (not peasants) sharing the fields with the sheep. They were in the road, in the hedges, in the fields - hundreds everywhere! Never seen anything like it in my life. No wonder "the shooting lodge" was a fixture in this area - so many birds!
Pheasants outnumbering sheep - wow!
The real biker's dream came after some heavy climbing out of the Roman Villa valley (they located the villa at a spring, a low-lying area in the hills) - we crested with about 7 miles left to Cirencester and almost did not turn the pedal cranks again! We had downhill and a tailwind exceeding 15 mph right into the Market Square.
Our B & B for the next 2 nights is called the Old Brewhouse - lovingly and extensively restored to a 10-room inn. We are enjoying the wonders of modern life (like WiFi) along with 17th-century walls! To add, Rose the innkeeper has two (English) cocker spaniels and one is named Bess! Kismet all the way around, and I have had a welcome "dog-love session" already, no extra charge.
Pub dinner again at the Twelve Bells Alehouse, a really "local" spot our Rose recommended. We left stuffed to the gills with fish and chips (bad pun, sorry) and mushy peas. Tomorrow we ride unpacked to Bibury and back, and visit the Corinium Museum locally.
I'm assuming it will be another great day - a safe bet!