Tormarton to Wotton-Under -Edge 14.0 miles

Morning broke and after breakfast I packed and hit the trail which started just outside the door of my B and B. A gentle flattish walk began across farmers fields which eventually lead to parkland and then onto rolling hillside villages. I made good progress and just around mid day found a really good pub for lunch run by the local community. The sticky toffee pudding was particularly excellent and refreshed by this I came to the hilly woodlands and deep lanes that make up the "Edge" that Wotton nestles beneath . These deep lanes are beautiful and wild. As the day went on and the effects of my glass of Butcombe bitter wore off I became aware of a feeling of slight unease. My throat felt slightly sore and by the time I reached my B and B things had got seriously worse. It was very sore by now and I had started coughing with a streaming cold. I purchased some throat sweets and druged myself up for the night. I awoke about 3 am feeling really rough, and wondered would I be able to go on in the morning? At 3 am in a strange place, feeling rubbish, everything seems bad, but I prayed that I would feel different when daybreak came.I thankfully

fell off to sleep until the murky light of morning crept through my curtains and woke me up.