DAY 49: Malvern to Tewkesbury – 16 miles
Typically the day that the rest of the country were heading back to work turned out to be the most glorious of the week. And of course, I was in magical Malvern, the special area we used to festival each year, so I just knew the weather was going to be amazing. I didn’t hang around long where I was staying as I was keen to be outside and breakfast wasn’t included anyway. So on the recommendation from the guy at my place, I headed for the Wetherspoons in town. Feeling a little dubious, turns out the Wetherspoons is actually part of the The Foley Arms Hotel and has the most gorgeous viewing terrace out the back, from which to dine a la fresco.
This was literally the most perfect way for me to start day so I gladly accepted the second cappachino on the house so that I could sit there longer. Eventually dragging myself away, I then enjoyed a leisurely stroll out through Malvern, just wishing I had longer to be able to look in every shop and sit in every cafe. The road out of town lead downhill and out onto open an open plain, where all I could see for miles and miles was blue horizon. I had probably only been walking a couple of hours when I then came upon The Inn at Welland, again another perfect spot to sit and while away some time in the sun. I ended up ordering a little lunch and chatting to the friendly staff, who posted my photo on their Instagram account.
Once back walking I followed more green lush landscapes, crossing the motorway and entering the back of a large school with sweeping grounds, before hitting what I have now named “blackberry alley”. In the last few days I have passed an increasing number of hedgerows filled with blackberries, but suddenly their volume had exploded and in this stretch they were larger and more juicy than ever. So on a road that should have taken me about half an hour to walk, ended up taking about three times as long as I gorged myself on these yummy berries. Finally arriving in the picturesque town of Tewksbury with blackberry stained hands, I crossed over the canal and then the River Severn, before reaching my couch surfing house for the night.
Chris had originally contacted me to offer a room when I had no intention of walking through Tewkesbury. When my route and timing them changed, I emailed Chris but unfortunately he was away on a walking holiday, however his partner Jill would be there to greet me. Jill was also a walker with knowledge of the surrounding area, so we chatted for a while and I picked up some useful tips for tomorrow. Their lovely period house was right on the high street so, also on Jill’s recommendation, it was easy to pop along the road and enjoy tasty tapas at their local pub.