As England spreads out south of the Pennines,your route becomes a matter of choice. Hayden plunged southwards through England, following roads and paths, past cottages and farms, through villages and towns, feeling at home in the civilized England celebrated by poets, a cultivated land familiar to humans and comfortable with and for them. Hayden loved his experience, and he and Wendy, his partner, stopped off at quiet guest houses and English inns, some of venerable age. By this time they had abandoned camping in favour of guest houses and inns, as their need for comfort grew exponentially.
Eventually they met the Cotswold Way, which winds its beautiful path along the crest of this range of hills, unique for its narrow valleys filled with charming villages, all in the warm, rich brown of the native oolitic limestone of which the range is composed. The walk rises and falls in steep ascents and descents, through the sudden surprises of combes [valleys] that come upon you after a steep walk up a hill through fields of sheep,oilseed rape and winter barley that compose much of he agriculture here.
As with all of southern England,it is a land familiar to humans. There are many mansions of the rich and famous here, and the present prime minister, David Cameron, has his opulent residence in the region. [I don't know how long he will survive as prime minister, hopefully not long, but that's my view! ] The route finishes at Bath, an ancient spa town since Roman times whose Roman baths were rediscovered about thirty years ago and now are available at a price for those who want to sample the benisons of Sul Minerva, the goddess linked to the spring.
Yet the Scottish walking writer, Hamish Brown, chose different route, as he eschewed roads for paths and chose as far as possible wild places,so he opted for a path that took him through the mountains of Wales. To do this he diverted just south of the Pennines, long before the Cotswolds and began to walk down the spine of Wales. Hamish admitted something that he knew was difficult for his fellow Scots to stomach, that the best walking country in Britain is found in Wales. His route took him along the Welsh hills, through the lonely heart of Elenydd, sometimes known as the Green Desert of Wales, as it is a sparsely populated land of reservoirs, sheep farms, moorlands and forests, before he came to the Severn Bridge that took him back to England and the last stage of his journey.