Cheltenham

My next morning in Cheltenham I set out to find the Cotswold way (it's a 120 mile footpath through one of the prettiest parts of the English Countryside). After asking about 3 people for directions, I set off down this grassy path... and promptly fell flat on my face. And I really do mean ON my face. The mud was so slippery that I fell face first into the dewy grass. I should have taken that as a really good indicator of what was to come, but I was so determined to hike this path that after several attempts, I got back on my feet again. Through the grassy fields I hiked, past the cows and horses, bunnies and pheasants, until I was determined I was headed in the wrong direction. A lady from one of the farms emerged at that point and set me on the right way again. Up, Up, Up I climed until I had an excellent view of the city below. It was so very beautiful. And my feet were so very wet. I soon discovered that I was on the Cheltenham Circular Path, which after just a few moments proved itself true. I was headed back down to the city without the Cotswold Path in sight. But by this time, with my shoes sloshing in water I almost didn't mind. Near the end of the trail I was greeted by a very excited puppy who proceeded to wipe his nasty, muddy paws ALL over me. I gladly returned to my hotel to get cleaned up.
That afternoon I traveled to Bourton-on-the-Water. Very quaint town, also very touristy. A little river flows through the center of town and 4 stone bridges cross the it. Every building is made from the Cotswold stone- a golden earthy color.
Well, I've got to run. Becky and I are heading out on our morning walk. More later!