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| Our group decided to have a "historic" walk, here is the route walked anticlockwise. (Large blobs denotes the places where the pictures were taken, unfortunately not quite in the same order as below.) |  |
| Winchcombe is a small town to the North-East of Cheltenham.
Here is our first sight: a gate leading to the Sudeler Castle, once home to Queen Katherine Parr, widow to Henry VIII and one of the few wives to survive him! |
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| The landscape there is nice and smooth... |  |
| ...but nothing in this world comes easy. First comes the mud.
However, it isn't an obstacle for a "hillstoric" walker!.. |
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| ...and full of enthusiasm we force our way up the hill. |  |
| People believed that those who were out late at night might hear the
sounds of revelry coming from inside fairy hills. Those who went inside
and feasted with the fairies might stay only for a day, but when they came
forth into the sunlight they found a hundred years had passed.
We, on one of such fairy hills, Belas Knap, after having a bit of smack
and nap. Unfortunately, David's chocolate mini-rolls lasted only a minute,
far less than a hundred of years...
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| Sahara-type tree... |  |
| Next item of our agenda - the remains of the remains of a roman villa. But, the mosaic floor, at least, has survived! |  |
| Two points of view at the walking: |  |
| "I heard a thousand blended notes
While in a grove I sat reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind..." Wordsworth
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| "...Oh no! I am again lagging far behind... I will never catch them
up!"
Pikhurko
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| But in the teahouse both points of view went in unison:
My heart is like a singing bird
Rossetti & Pikhurko
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