Hiker story

March on the Cotswold Way is not glamorous and that is why I loved it. Lambs. Mud up the shins. Sudden sun that makes the stone glow like honey. I walked southbound with a friend from Cork and we talked about everything and nothing between the stiles. One evening in a tiny pub someone bought us a round just because we looked wrecked and happy. That is the trail in one gesture. Navigation was fine - acorns and a bit of common sense. If you wait for perfect weather you will never go. Bring gaiters. Bring humour. Leave room for strangers being kind.