Cricklade to Lechlade, with a picnic

It cost extra to have a cooked breakfast at The White Hart, and we hazarded a guess that it might not be of great quality, so we didn't hang around in Cricklade. However, as we expected to pass the only pub on the route at mid-morning, we did  visit the Tesco Express to pick up the wherewithal for a picnic. No local pork pies today!

The first section of the walk followed the widening river closely in typical meadows. It was a very quiet stretch, enlivened by a great deal of birdsong. A while ago, Rosie bought a birdsong CD and has got pretty good at identifying birds. However, we kept hearing a loud and persistent song that she couldn't identify. When we got home, the BBC web site led us to believe that we heard Reed Warblers.

As predicted, we got to the pub at Castle Eaton before 11:00 and used their bench while the locals were setting up their stalls for the 1940's recreation day.

The path wandered away from the river for most of the stretch between Castle Eaton and Upper Inglesham. However, there were nice glimpses of Kempton Church  across the river.

We had our picnic just off a wide path in a lonely stretch - or so we thought. I was resting my eyes after eating, only to be startled by a horse that had been startled to find two picnicers. I was pleased that the rider managed to clam the horse quickly.

The Thames Path managers have yet to negotiate a decent route between Upper Ingelsham and Inglesham, so the official route takes you up the A361. The guide book and lots of signs along the way warn you to geta  bus (on a Sunday - I don't think so!) or a taxi for this mile-long stretch. Although it's noisy and not pleasant, it's not dangerous because there's a path on a grass verge alongside the road. Health And Safety Gone Mad.

We took a  slight and worthwhile detour to the 13th century Ingelsham Church with its box pews, wall paintings and resident swallows, waiting
for the couple with the very large dog to depart before exploring fully.

Back on the riverbank after a while away, we quickly arrived at the junction with the Rover Coln and the Thames and the defunct Severn Canal. This is the point at which The Thames becomes much wider and navigable, and gains a towpath. As we approached Lechlade, we could hear the music festival in full flow, some country-rock to start with and then some indie. It sounded like an interesting day - with fantastic weather. The riverside park was busy with families and a lovely place.

Our expectations of our hotel were not high, so we decided not to hurry there, but to have a quick drink at the busy Riverside pub in the sunshine. The New Inn is on the main road through the town, very close to "Dolci di Lechlade" (I didn't make that up), offering sweets local ice cream. We checked in, dropped our bags and explored the town after picking up very good ice creams. It isn't run down like Cricklade, but it too feels like its in a 1950s time warp. We fancied a coffee, and spotted a tea shop. As it advertises itself  as a 'coffee grinders', it was surprising to be served cups of instant coffee! We upgraded to cafetiere coffee, but it was so tasteless that I think the coffee had been ground at the same time as Rosie's wine from yesterday was opened.

We ate dinner at Pino's Italian, also close to the hotel, and this was just fine, with very friendly service, and retired for an early night listening to the festival from a distance. As we were ready to sleep, the other residents were returning from the bar> The all seemed to take showers when they got back to their rooms. This was very  noisy, which was not surprising when we discovered that the pipes draining the showers ran in a conduit running under our bed. Well - it was cheap.

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Source of The Thames to Cricklade

Our 2012 project to walk the stretch of The Thames from the source to Windsor got carried over to 2013 because of poor weather. We were left with the stretch between the source and Wolvercote, just West of Oxford - over 50 miles. This was too far for even a three-day weekend, so we pulled together a plan to get as far as we could from the source.

Having left planning until we'd seen that the weather would be dry, the logistics were difficult to pull together. This meant having to park at Bampton Recreational Ground (over 1.5 miles North of the river) and get a taxi as close as we could to the source near Kemble. We were dropped at the Thames Head Inn at around 10:15 and had to negotiate a field of cows to get to the source, which was dry but marked with a stone, a signpost and some pebbles on the ground.

As we followed the route of the river, we encountered a few groups of walkers heading towards the source, presumably all having been on the same train to Kemble.  It wasn't long before we came across some water. We followed the river as it skirted Kemble (more cows) and then headed towards and then South of Ewen. We made good progress towards Somerfield Keynes, and decided that time was right for lunch, so diverted towards the Bakers Arms. passing some lovely Cotswold buildings.

What more could you want from a country pub than to have local Gloucestershire pork pie and a pint from a local brewery? Another pint from a different local brewery of course. Well, if I must.

The chips were excellent, but really not needed. More salad and a bit of bread would have been better, with pickle or mustard rather than the salsa-like chutney.

The route back to the path was not in our book, so we followed my nose and emerged very close to a sign for the path. Unfortunately, we didn't see it and headed  away from it for a while before realising our mistake.

The next stage was through a series of gravel pits. It was surprising that the river retained its identity through this area, typically running alongside a narrow path between two big lakes. This took us to the outskirts of Ashton Keynes, where there were signs of a shop. We hadn't brought any 'hiking chocolate' (traditionally Cadbury's Whole Nut), so diverted to pick some up. As it happened, the shop sold local ice cream, which we didn't resist.

More gravel pits followed, and it got sunnier and warmer. We had plenty of time, had had a good lunch and were getting a little tired, so a rest was in order. We found a spot on the edge of Manorbrook Lake, and had a short nap.

The route diverged from the river a little then rejoined it near North Meadow National Nature Reserve. Just before we got there, from one place we heard and then saw a small (wren-sized) and noisy bird that we could not identify. We thought it was a Tree Creeper, but decided against that after reviewing  the books on getting back. From the same spot, we also saw a  Water Vole swimming along the river.

We were soon at Cricklade with weary feet (and blisters in my case). Oh dear - the past few decades have not been kind to this town. The main street has a lot of buildings with peeling paintwork, a closed pub and a set of shops that seem to be in a 1950s time warp. I'd booked the White Hart as it was the only place with availability. It was part of that time warp - a once-handsome building housing a jaded pub with even more jaded rooms.

The outlook for dinner wasn't promising. Only Rosie was hungry, and she chose the Jicsaw Thai restaurant. This was a great choice - tasty food (and a small enough portion for me), at a very good price and with charming service. It's not often that the people in the kitchen call out to wish  you well as you leave.

As live music was advertised in the nearby Legends bar, we decided to have a drink there rather than spend too much time in our room. This was full of locals of all ages, most watching the Champions League final. I ordered a pint of Doombar and Rosie a glass of Pino Grigio. I think this was  2011 PG  - 2011 being the year the bottle was opened. My beer wasn't any better.  What a difference from lunchtime!

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