On 29 and 30 December, my wife Kath, our good friends Jon and Maggie, and I walked the Thames path, from its source in Gloucestershire, not far from Cirencester. We took a train to Kemble and got a cab to a lay-by not far from the source. We walked to Cricklade and stayed overnight there, at a hotel/pub called The White Hart. I’d recommend it.
Day one was beautifully sunny and freezing cold, with just a hint of mist in the air, which turned to fog as the evening drew in. Day two was full fog, which never really looked like clearing, until we came to the end of our walk, at Inglesham, a few miles from Lechlade. Thames path is a bit of a misnomer along the stretch we walked on day two, as you’re diverted away from the river for quite a few miles. Apparently you regain the river at Lechlade, where it is also starts to look more like the mighty river of Oxford, Reading and London.
It was a wonder to view the river in its infancy and the surrounding scenery was very beautiful. There’s a selection of photos here to give you a feel. If you can, try the walk yourself sometime.
This is the source! That unprepossessing pile of stones marks the spot. Sometimes there’s water in a pool. But clearly the action is taking place underground.
First view of the river. The combination of the cold, the sun and the kinetic energy of the water led to the mist seeming to rise from the river. Should be in Iceland!
There is beauty in small things…
Near Ashton Keynes the river winds through a series of gravel pits. I loved the colours as the sun went down.
The mist began to form again.
Day Two. St Mary’s church in Cricklade is the oldest Catholic church, still in use as a Catholic church, in England.
It was a little warmer, and everywhere the frost began to melt.
I feel an Impressionist painting coming on…
That’s all folks!