Winchcombe or Bust.

In the last posting about our walk along the Gloucestershire Way, we had reached Little Farmcote en-route for Winchcombe.

the first photo shows the shot from the skyline , which I showed last week.





From this point, the path took us through a small copse and then having reached the summit, began to descend rapidly through fields and very muddy tracks.




It was difficult to keep  my footing and I was glad of my stick for support


Gradually, I'm pleased to say the slope lessened and we were rewarded with views of Winchcombe ahead.



After that we meet grassy fields full of sheep.




We kept this pastorial image intact until we reached a small passage way which led us to Castle Street and a crossing of the River Isbourne by the road bridge.



The final approach to Winchcombe's High Street came  from a climb along  Castle Street.



We had made it.    Tewkesbury here we come.


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More Muddy Words for you here :Muddy Paths


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 The Football season has  started well for my two teams. The Robins ( Cheltenham Town)  defeated Dagenham  & Redbridge by two goals to nill and then later in the week produced an honourable draw away to Torquay, two all and meanwhile  Newcastle United played 'Spurs in their opening game and in a hard fought contest   won by two goals to one.

Well Done The Lads !


Have a good week and enjoy the Paralympics.
Cheerio.
Ck.

Stop Press: picture from outside The National Gallery, getting ready to light the Lantern for the Paralympics.


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