From the heart of Cheltenham, to the highest point in Gloucestershire.
Come with me on the little known eleven-mile hike which you must do.
Fuelled with a fry up, I started at The Bank House. It was an overcast and chilly start to the morning. Armed in trousers and a coat, I headed along the promenade before reaching the top of Montpellier, considered the jewel in the crown of Cheltenham’s shopping dynasty.
It was lovely to enjoy a splintering of the hustle and bustle of the morning rush, before escaping into the tranquillity of Leckhampton.
There I was faced with the first uphill climb of the day, a steep trek to the top of Leckhampton Hill. Winding along a country lane, I hit the top where I could see my destination for the first time of the day. To my left was my end goal, nestled amongst the clouds, I could see the iconic signal towers which act as a landmark.
But first to get to the top, I had to work my way down. Walking alongside a traditional Cotswold stone wall, it gave great indication to the fact that I was now firmly on the Cotswold Way. A 102-mile national trail stretching from Chipping Campden to Bath.
My journey, resumed on the other side of Seven Springs roundabout. Walking across a field of crops I attacked another steep incline which took me towards the top of Wistley Hill. First, I walked past two fields of horses and cows who were more than happy to pose for photos.
It was beautiful to be up so high and alone in nature. To complement the occasion, the clouds gave way to bright sunshine, forcing a change to shorts and t-shirt. Always be prepared like a scout!
Although the gradient of the climbs was demanding, consistent descents offered required respite. The next descent to road level is by the far the prettiest of the trip, rolling over fields and peering into beautiful gardens. You meet the shade of Lineover Wood, which is currently lit up by an array of bluebells and dandelions.
After crossing the A40, you’re more than halfway to the top of Cleeve Hill. I could already begin to taste that crisp pint at The Rising Sun.
The sight of Dodswell reservoir, as I climbed Dodswell woods, only heightened my thirst. This was the last real test. Uphill battle complete it was time again for the country lanes, looking to my left at the beautiful distant view where I once was.
As I ventured on to Cleeve Common, I felt tiny looking down on Cheltenham. The iconic racecourse, home to the biggest jump festival in the country, felt like a mere LEGO model. I was lost in the magnitude and the peace of the ancient landscape.
It wasn’t just me making this pilgrimage, but those who previously walked in my footsteps, likewise a gaggle of American tourists who were mesmerised by their new surroundings. I continued through the brambles before coming out on top of Cleeve Hill.
Job done.
I took one last look to my left at the stunning scenes which I had come from and felt fulfilled. I headed down and even rounded up a flock of sheep like a sheep dog. Final and most important stop The Rising Sun.
“Can I have a pint of San Miguel and a pack of salt and vinegar please”.
Ah, the perfect ending. The barmaid said I had earned it.
