Take a Walk: Adventure in the Cotswolds

Need to restore your faith in humanity? Walk the Cotswolds Way. Not only will you gain a new appreciation for nature, yourself, and your travel companions, but it will help to reassure that at the core of it all, people are kindhearted and helpful by nature.

I woke up a few weeks ago with a bizarre desire to walk through the English countryside to Bath. Explaining this objective to people elicited a range of responses, mostly declarations of my insanity. There were two daring souls, however, who were not only willing, but excited by the notion of a walking adventure: Miriam and Sarah.

OXFORD TO BROADWAY

We started at the college equivalent to the crack of dawn (i.e. 10 a.m.) and met up in the Gloucester Green in Oxford for a hearty breakfast at Combibos. After a sufficient caff up, we headed to the train station and caught a 1 p.m. train to Moreton-in-Marsh (£6.40). We wandered through the village, missed a bus, and ended up taking a taxi to our real starting point: Broadway. The Cotswolds Way is a 104-mile route across Southwest England that typically takes up to eight days to complete, so with only a four day weekend, we had to cut a few corners by rocking modern transport. Don’t hold it against us.

You’ll soon learn how to spot footpath signs when you venture through the Cotswolds; cue the hallelujah choir and light from above when you see those wooden sticks point you in the right direction. Maps can only tell you so much when you’re wandering through a sheep laden field sans compass.

BROADWAY TO CHELTENHAM

Our first trail was not an easy introduction to the whole walking thing—and when I say walking, it implies straight lines and concrete ground, but this couldn’t be further from the truth. I don’t want to say it was hiking either, because that suggests equipment and being semi-professional. No, this was a trek. And it all started with the second steepest “hill” in all the Cotswolds.

Can’t say the view was completely worth the struggle up the hill, but it was definitely magnificent. A few hours later, after a sufficient amount of panting, gasping, and swearing, we made our way to Cheltenham. As soon as we made it to the city centre, we found a bookstore and popped in to get some phone numbers to local hostels and hotels. We got some great advice from the clerk, who gave us directions to the YMCA. They had vacancy and for £17.50 each we secured a room to ourselves.

On our way to dinner, we noticed the majority of the older Cheltenham residents hurrying to the Town Hall. I stand by a theory I deduced while there— that they were escaping the teens of Cheltenham who roam the streets come nightfall. Seriously… the kids were taking over the streets of this city. Besides the fact Cheltenham lacked any charm whatsoever, I’d never want to spend more than a night there for the simple reason the underage population is vast, loud, and stupidly drunk.

CHELTENHAM TO PAINSWICK

In the a.m. we sought out the bus station and asked one of the nicest bus drivers I’ve ever encountered how to get to Birdlip, a small town that was site to our starting point for the day’s walk. He dropped us off within three miles of Birdlip and directed us where to walk from there. Clinging to the shoulder, we walked along the curvaceous roads that I had once been worried to drive on, let along walk along.

We passed through a golf course, got the evil stare down from annoyed golfers in funny pants, and escaped over a fence. Once we passed the Air Balloon Inn, a landmark on The Cotswolds Way, we were finally on the correct route. Climbed a giant hill to see a wonderful view of Gloucester and then the trail took us through beech woods to Cooper’s Hill. We followed woodland tracks and eventually made it to another golf course, signaling our proximity to Painswick. We descended into the village and found St. Annes B&B, where we had a reservation, straight away.

We were greeted by Iris McCormick and had a beyond lovely stay at this organic bed and breakfast. We first enjoyed a cup of tea and an amazingly sweet creation in the form of a biscuity-cake, had a shower, and then fought utter fatigue and went into town for a meal at The Royal Oak Inn. Plates cost upwards of £10 and if you catch them on fish night, you’ll be in for a treat.

Painswick is considered one of the most beautiful villages in the Cotswolds and it lived up to the title. In the morning we had a great breakfast, cooked to perfection by Iris and family, and then wandered around the city to the sound of church bells.

PAINSWICK TO BATH

A three-mile walk landed us in Stroud, where we found a market in full swing. We retired for the afternoon at a local pub to appease Sarah’s love of Ireland and rugby (Ireland vs. Wales). The weather turned on us Saturday and changed from blaring sun to drizzling rain, so we decided on a bus to Bath. For £5.00 we hopped on a terrifyingly old 10-seater that screamed up every hill and shook around every corner.

The riskiest bit of our trip wasn’t going into the woods without a compass or a map, but instead entering Bath on a Saturday night without hotel reservations. When we were coming into the city I noticed The Belvedere out the rain soaked window, so we gave them a call and they magically had a family room available for £95. Jumping on that opportunity, we took a taxi there and settled into a grand ensuite room on the top floor. Score one for playing it by ear!

A long list of rave reviews helped us decide on The Eastern Eye for dinner and so we made a reservation. The huge Georgian style room was packed to the max with chattering people diving into Indian food like their lives depended on it. When you walk into this place, ignore the crowd of people and just look up… the ceilings are amazing. After taking in your surroundings, watch out for scurrying waiters with rolling decks of plates passing by. The wait was long, the food a bit overrated, but the experience overall was an enjoyable one.

Bath itself is an odd tourist trap—you may feel like you’re stuck in an even cornier version of Disneyland when you check out the local landmarks. We got a joint student ticket for £14 for the baths and the Fashion Museum. The Fashion Museum is brilliant in theory, but fell short of my expectations. Interesting costumes and fashion, but you’d think the builder and organizer would have been inspired by the design surrounding them when constructing the museum. It was just a plain experience, with the bookstore being the most colorful part. And don’t get too psyched for the punk rock display, it’s about 20 framed black and whites that I could have used Google Images to see.

The Roman Baths were laughably rudimentary, with distracting children audio tour signs covering every inch of the building. They seemed to have ruined the experience with construction around all the important parts, along with unappealing tarp with fake columns painted adorning no-go areas. Tourists were moving slower than slugs and wouldn’t hear you try to pass by above the roar of their audio tours. So don’t believe the brochure when it tells you it’s “the best 90 minutes…spent in Europe.” A 90 minute nap would beat that. But you can’t go to Bath without seeing its namesake landmark, so relax by the pool of water and watch the steam rise.

Overall I got a good vibe from the city of Bath, with its balanced mix of charm and practicality. As a tourist, you could easily do it justice in a day, but spending a few days there exploring the city life is certainly feasible.

BATH TO OXFORD

Calling it a day around 2, we bought £13 train tickets home to Oxford. A four-day walking adventure may have ended on a train, but we certainly got our trek on in between. The cheese will ooze from this next sentiment, but I honestly learned a lot about myself during this random experience—a few days walking in the woods with a couple of friends has the tendency to do that to a person.

Can’t say I’d rock the whole walking tour again, but it feels like a major accomplishment over 30 trekked miles later. I recommend this jaunt for those who need a breath of fresh air and a reassessment of mankind, because we met the most helpful, kind souls while on this trip. Goes to show that in the end, it’s the journey, not the destination, that matters*.

*I apologize for the cliché journey/destination combo line at the end, but it was just irresistible.