Bristol to Compton Martin. 15.4 miles, 1,837ft of elevation, 35,158 steps.
Well, yet again it started out fine. The weather was good, we picked up Sam who had got his grandfather to drop him at a random hotel that no one was staying at and we were off. Hooky doing the navigation, all was good.
It took us a while but we finally got out of the suburbs of Bristol. footpaths were swapped for some very wet fields and making our way up on to the hills gave us a great view back in to the city. As a local from Uni, here is Sam pointing it out to us.
We had some footpath disasters that slowed it all down a bit and also some very heavy squalls that got us all fully drenched. Otherwise, other than some strange Guy Fawkes in Winford it was a straight forward walk.
Clearly not all the brightest round here but we all get the message. We were soon approaching Compton Martin and we had a little panic when my B&B booking at the ‘ring of bells’ said they were not open during the week until 6pm. However after a phone call confirming all was good, we had a spring in our step – Fridays were all day opening. The pints awaited us and what a welcome. A proper pub.
A lovely open fire, decent beer, crisps and picked eggs, a wingback chair. I am still here at 7pm having not moved since 4. Bliss.
No better place for an afternoon nap
Let’s spare a thought for Stuart who is meant to be here with me but is actually in a big hole, trying to fix a leak….
My beer tonight is for him
This pub just gets better and better. Just look at this room…. as Stuart is not with me they moved me to the double room and gave me a discount. Result!
What a great team.!!!