Painswick

Painswick: what a smashing town.  Built entirely in Cotswold stone with a beautiful church, friendly people eager to chat and electric cars throughout (virtually).  Just felt sorry for the man/men who had to trim the yews in the churchyard twice a year.  There are 99 of them, apparently.

The first route we took out of P. to Longridge/Bulls Cross started in Greenhouse Lane (#1), became a steep decline (#2) down to Painswick Stream and past Brookhouse Mill.  Interesting place, it has played many roles in the lives of Painswick’s men and women: it has been a cloth mill & dye house, umbrella-stick factory, corn mill and hairpin mill in its time, before being converted in the 1980’s into apartments.

And I failed to take a picture of it.

I’m useless.

Then the uphill stretch began.  We took a short cut through the trees then began the walk back to Painswick via Dell Farm (#3).  The last stretch was spoilt because the farmer – quite understandably – had diverted us through fields on a path that never existed 30 years ago.  But we had a pleasant chat with the owner of Loveday’s Mill (#4), a genuine corn mill, and ended up in Vicarage Lane (#4).

Not a particularly interesting day, but we did the job.  If you see what I mean.