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Sapperton Church |
Over the years I have been well
served by walks from the Jarrold Pathfinder series of books and I have found
that they provide a useful introduction to areas that I don’t know in
particular. Now that we are walking more
often as a family group it makes sense to take some of the stress out of
working out routes by taking a guide along with us & using one of the walks
if we have a spare bit of time.
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Buttercup Field |
For this particular walk we found
ourselves in exactly that position as we stopped in the Cotswolds on our way to
visiting a friend in Shropshire. We used guide number 6 for the Cotswolds and
picked out walk 12 as one that we would like to try out. This would give us a blend of history and
countryside as we walked the area around the village of Sapperton.
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Caterpillar |
We started at Sapperton village
church, dedicated to St Kenelm, a saint I have never previously heard of but
certainly a hero in these parts as he was a local saint venerated in mediaeval
times. We decided to save looking at the
church in more detail until the end of our walk. This was supposed to be a fairly easy walk
round but became unexpectedly challenging almost straight away as we were a
little confused by the directions. The
path led from directly behind the phone box in the village and crossed a stile
in the hedgerow just beyond. We then
turned immediately to the left to head along the side of pastures that were
clearly used for the grazing of horses (judging by the fencing), although there
were none in evidence.
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Wild Garlic |
The navigation problems soon out
of the way and we faced a different challenge.
Clearly this area had had some significant rainfall for the paths were
pretty stodgy in places and almost impassable in places. We were soon looking pretty brown and we’d
barely even started!
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Fungi |
Despite the mud the sounds of the
birds and smell of the wildflowers and especially the sweet smell of May
blossom filled the air. We passed the
substantial house of The Leasowes, rather tucked away in the valley below. Every now and again we got the glimpse of a
view into the distance and along the valleys that cut their way through the
plateau of The Cotswolds. Eventually our
narrow muddy path gave way to a meadow filled with buttercups that was a feast
for the eyes. As we paused to enjoy the
view a caterpillar dropped on my wife’s arm and this caused a good deal of
interest from all of us.
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Fording the River |
We dropped down into the Frome
valley and forded the river. The path
down was treacherous and how we didn’t come out of it without slithering down
on our bottoms is beyond me. At the
bottom of the valley we got a glimpse of Pinbury Park,
a large and imposing 16th Century house built for Sir Robert Atkyns,
the county historian in 1712. The
surroundings are probably little changed since then.
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Pinbury Park |
After fording the river we had a
steep but sort climb up through the woods.
The air was thick with the scent of wild garlic, which grew in profusion
everywhere under the tree canopy. Of
additional interest was the fungi that lived on the trees, not a sight you
expect to see during spring months.
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Tunley Cottage |
At the top of the hill we passed
through open fields and eventually on to a road. By now the woodland birdsong had been
replaced by the unmistakeable sound of skylarks, one of my favourite songs in
the countryside. We were now headed
along a road, which was mercifully quiet and provided a welcome respite from
the mud. For awhile the road headed
along the plateau but soon descended into another wooded valley, which
characterise this part of the Cotswolds.
We didn’t head too far down the valley though, turning left at Tunley
Cottage, a house that looked suspiciously like a holiday bolthole. The path led straight across the back garden,
which was a little disconcerting and we were rather pleased that no-one appeared
to be at home.
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Daneway Valley |
Our onward path had us cross a
number of flower filled meadows that were strangely devoid of animals before we
crossed into an area of scrub filled mostly with hawthorn trees. After a few metres we were treated to the
marvellous view of the Daneway valley, named after the large house that
occupies it. This house, which the
walker will only catch a glimpse of, dates back to a similar period as Pinbury
Park earlier and the two houses seem to have been linked at some point in the
past, principally to house a family that was having remodelling done at the
other location. The valley was a riot of
colour and especially yellow, green and white as the predominating blossom
colours of the time.
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Horse Petting |
We walked along the valley,
finding another field of friendly horses as we did so. One of the ponies was most unusual in that he
had the most amazing looking blue eyes.
They were all most anxious to make our acquaintance and the girls were
only too happy to oblige with handfuls of luscious grass from our side of the
gate. We could still be there if it was
up to the girls, but I eventually persuaded them to move on and we disappeared
into Siccaridge Wood Nature Reserve.
Sadly for us the muddy paths came back, but by now the sun had properly
come out and it was really quite warm.
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Thames and Severn Canal |
The section through Siccaredge
Woods was largely downhill and all alongside the path were wild flowers (and
some not so wild, like columbine) that the local butterflies were going crazy
for. We also got a glimpse out into the
wider world through the trees at a couple of points. The path was much more popular now too as we
met several other walkers coming our way when previously we had not seen any on
our travels. The path descended more
steeply at the end until we got to the bottom of the valley and found the defunct
Thames and Severn
Canal, originally
designed to provide a direct water link between the two great rivers.
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Former Canal Lock |
This old route was never a great
success and water supply seems to have been a problem from the start as no
reservoirs were built to provide water storage.
Certainly the towpath that we followed for the next mile or so was in
rather better condition than the waterway it served. We were reaching the summit level as we
headed eastwards and all along our route we could see the remains of the old locks. In fact the drops to the bottom were rather
precipitous in places and we made sure to keep well back away from the
crumbling edges. We stopped for a brief
while to enable a quiet walk for we managed to unwillingly meet up with a
family who were rather loud and obnoxious along the way.
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Daneway Pub |
After a mile or so of canal
walking we found the pub called The Daneway.
This old place would once have been a useful watering hole for the canal
people but now seemed to be a very popular place for pub lunches. We were very full from our breakfast so did
not indulge but we did stop for a drink and I had the wonderfully named Old
Prickly, a beer specially brewed to help out the Hedgehog Preservation Society.
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Sapperton Tunnel |
From the pub we had a short walk
along the towpath a little further to find Sapperton Tunnel.
This was the longest canal tunnel for many
years when it was first built and even now it remains the fourth longest in the
country.
There are plans for restoring
it but this would be a monumental task for in places it has collapsed.
We climbed back up the hill just beyond the
tunnel through one of those wonderful buttercup and daisy filled fields we had
been admiring all day and back into the village of Sapperton.
We had a look around the churchyard before
finding our way back to the car, but we were so brown and muddy that we did not
think it a good idea to go inside and spread our mud around.
The outside appeared to be undergoing some
restoration but we still admired the fine windows that are said to date from Queen
Anne’s time.
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Climbing Back Into Sapperton |
This was a very fine walk spoiled
only slightly by the mud and so care should be taken to pick a dry time to get
the most from it.
A stop at the Daneway pub
is to be recommended and although I cannot vouch for the food the portions looked
plentiful and tasty from the other visitors who were there at the same time as
us.
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