The block quote below is my original post from day two—a true testament of how tired I was. Even further below that is the transcript of how my day progressing from London to Chipping Campden went down.
Jet lag is hurting right about now. More about Day 2 is going to have to come at a later time when I can keep my eyes open and not doze off in between every other word. Heading to bed at 21:30 has not felt this good in quite some time. Up bright and early tomorrow for the 6 mile walk to Broadway, then 6 more to Stanton.
Even after a slight delay getting off the ground in Chicago, we managed to land on time at London Heathrow right around 6:50 in the morning. We passed through Border Control and gathered our bags, then made haste to the Heathrow Express. The plan was to catch the Heathrow Express to Paddington Station in time to transfer to the 8:20 train that would take us out to Moreton-in-Marsh. With literally 3 minutes to spare, we were seated on the train and headed for the countryside.
Moreton-in-Marsh was a neat town. Small, quiet and quaint. Though that could have been partly because we arrived around 10:00 on a Saturday morning. The English seem to enjoy taking it easy on the weekends. Just across from the train station was the bus stop where we caught a 10:43 transfer to Chipping Campden. What would have been an easy two-minute walk with our bags from the Chipping Campden bus stop to our Bed and Breakfast turned into a 20 minute haul from the outskirts of town. Thanks entirely to the annual Dover games, the bus was not able to make it into town, lending to quite a bit of twisting and turning through all the carnival equipment and rides that lined High Street.
Nevertheless, we made our way to the B&B—a first for me. Greeted upon arrival by a very nice couple and shown to our room, a quick nap was in order. Our B&B owner recommended that we make our way over to High Street around 2:00 to see the festivities. Taking her advice, we ventured over to see what the people of Chipping Campden were capable of, and I must say, it was quite the celebration. Complete with the crowning of a new May queen, a marching band and even some parade floats, Chipping Campden killed it!
For lunch/dinner, we found a pub that most certainly served fish and chips. This meal might possibly be the largest portion of fish I have ever eaten at one time—it was the length of my forearm. :O
After the meal we just moseyed around town and enjoyed a nice, cloud free evening that had presented itself. I continued taking photos of nearly everything, which I am now paying for with approximately 400 photos I’ll need to sort through from the first day. Decided to call it an early night around 7:30 and I do believe I was asleep within two hours of being back in the room. #jetlag
Tomorrow’s plan is to start the walk off right with a full English breakfast and aim to be in the Cotswold Way by 9:00. 12 miles to Stanton (the town where our next B&B is booked) and no telling how much beautiful English countryside to see on the way!


