The following day, boots on, bellies full, and waterproofs kept easy accessible at the top of our rucksacks, we set off on the first proper day of our quest, to pastoral, fluvial-sounding Cricklade. We hadn’t been able to check the forecast before leaving the warm and dry comforts of the B&B, and weather-wise, things had looked a bit uncertain before we left Oxford, but we’d take our chances – after all if it rains, we won’t dissolve!
We first had to walk along a main road for about half an hour, before joining what felt like the Thames Path proper in the small hamlet of Ewen. As we came to a small gate which marked the entry onto the national trail, we noticed a sign: “Caution. The Thames Path National Trail is flooded ahead. We apologise for any inconvenience caused”.
A moment’s consideration, but merely a moment. There was no turning back now, besides, how bad could the flooding possibly be?
We might dissolve after all.
The first stretch of path wasn’t too bad – just plain muddy – until unskirtable puddles began to crop up along the trail with increasing frequency – eventually so frequent they engulfed the whole path. But then, a mere 40 minutes in, we came to our first real obstacle: ahead of us lay a field of shoulder-height grass, the bottoms of which were a foot deep in boggy soil and water.
I wasn’t prepared for this. The only way I thought we might directly encounter water was if we actually stopped for a break and decided to bathe in it (o sad, unused bathing suit). A swim was looking less and likely, and sometimes you’ve gotta do what you gotta do and all that – and at this point, I gotta cross this field, and I gots to get wet.
And so, regretting not having packed any waterproof trousers, or invested in gaiters or any kind of Gore-Tex lined footwear, I strode out into this swamp in my flimsy old Salomon walking shoes, which immediately filled up with cold, clear water.
Pete was much less happy to follow in my footsteps, and grudgingly searched for the path less flooded. He at least had the good sense to take proper waterproof walking boots with him, and by the time we reached the adjacent fence, whilst I was walking along with my feet in their own individual portable, very cold, footbaths, with water slowly soaking its way up my trousers, he was still relatively dry.
Not for long. The heavens soon opened, and whilst we both had our waterproofs to protect our top halves, our bottoms had soon soaked up a good deal of the downpour. The water seeped from my trousers into the top underneath my waterproof, so that soon, everything I was wearing was completely saturated. Meanwhile, the water on the ground had become so deep that Pete too was plodding along in his own little transportable puddles.
After two hours of trudging through the Thames valley water meadows, we were relieved from our waterlogged quest at the White Hart Inn in the small village of Ashton Keynes. Fortunately, as we were the only clients, the bar staff didn’t seem to mind our peeling off all the layers it was decent for us to remove in their restaurant, and ringing out the muddy water from those it was indecent for us to take off publicly in their bathrooms.
The rain had let off a bit by the time we left the pub, but had left a series of submerged fields in our wake. It was now that I made the rather unpleasant discovery that cow pats are surprisingly buoyant, and had the pleasure of wading through several fields filled with floating cow turd before finally, the distinctive spire of St Sampson’s church in Cricklade appeared in the distance, signalling the near end of our aqueous journey. But the Thames Path was yet to take us on a series of torturous twists and turns before we could finally cross the river to our destination.
At each new field boundary we would stop to consider our options, occasionally go in search of another way through, before simply looking at each other, and wading on through.
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