In the golden afternoon light, my shadow is cast long as I hike along the crest of a hill. As I move, I savour a rich autumn soundtrack: wind rushing through sun-dried grasses; leaves crunching underfoot; the flapping of a bird’s wings in the brush; a thud as a conker hits rain-softened ground. Across the valley from my well-trodden route – a mere snippet of the 102-mile Cotswolds Way walking trail, which stretches from Bath to Chipping Campden – I spy the vestiges of an Iron Age fort sleeping under green ridges of grassy earth. This corner of the country has been inhabited for millennia, bringing thrills to avid walkers like me. Though l’ll admit that, at the
Cotswolds CHIC
Sep 26, 2024
4 minutes
You’re reading a preview, subscribe to read more.
Start your free 30 days