The guide
Cheltenham
Gloucestershire, England
Cheltenham's Regency terraces — the golden stone of the Promenade.
Getting there
London Paddington → Cheltenham Spa — direct Great Western Railway trains, roughly every hour, fastest around 1h 50m. Weekend engineering works are common on this line and can mean one change (sometimes with a rail replacement bus), so check before travelling. The station sits about a mile out: a 20-minute walk into the centre or the route D bus from the forecourt.
Famous for
England's most complete Regency town. Cheltenham grew up around its spa waters — George III's visit in 1788 made it fashionable, and the golden stone crescents, promenades and pump rooms have barely changed since. Today it is two things at once: an elegant festival town (the Literature Festival has run here since 1949) and the home of jump racing, where the Gold Cup roars each March.
Where to eat
- Prithvi — modern Indian fine dining on Bath Road; tasting menus and a 4.9-star reputation as one of the town's best.
- The Ivy Montpellier Brasserie — all-day brasserie set in the Regency Rotunda on Montpellier Walk.
- MUSE Brasserie — French-Indian fusion from award-winning chef Frank Grillet; order the cheese soufflé.
- KIBOU — lively Japanese in the town centre — sushi, ramen, and a buzzing room.
What to do
- The Promenade — stroll the Regency shopping parade, lined with golden stone facades.
- Montpellier — gardens, galleries and cafés in the smartest Regency district.
- Pittville Park & Pump Room — 134 acres of parkland around the boating lake.
- Cheltenham Racecourse — Prestbury Park hosts racedays year-round; tours available.
- The Wilson — the town's art gallery and museum; free to enter.
- Everyman Theatre — a working Victorian theatre — Present Laughter runs this week.
- Holst Victorian House — birthplace of Gustav Holst, composer of The Planets.
- Sandford Parks Lido — a heated 50m outdoor pool, open through October.
Pittville Park's lake, with the Pump Room beyond.
Jess's favourite
Pittville Park's lakes, in town and free — the resident mute swan pair, George and Zelda, plus ducks, moorhens and kingfishers, with a small animal enclosure by the play area.
Good to know: The Cheltenham Literature Festival runs 9–18 October — next week — in Montpellier Gardens; book events now. The station is a mile out, so allow the 20-minute walk or the D bus. Race weeks and festival weekends book out early.
Jess plans her trips the week before, but trains have a mind of their own. Routes, times and fares in these guides were checked at the time of writing — engineering works, timetable changes and last-minute alterations can still happen. Please check your journey before you travel (National Rail Enquiries or the Trainline app) — and if a replacement bus sneaks in, we hope the day makes up for it.
Read Jess's diary of the day ↓
Jess's Day Off · Diary No. 3
Cheltenham: Regency Stone and Two Swans Called George and Zelda
Cheltenham, Gloucestershire
The meerkats woke me up again. I keep telling myself I'll lie in on my day off, and I keep getting up at zookeeper o'clock anyway.
Paddington to Cheltenham Spa, one train, no changes — an hour and fifty minutes of window countryside and I was there. I had a flask of tea, a cheese sandwich, and a notebook with Barnaby's latest dictation (a ball at a pump room, a hedgehog in a waistcoat, and a misunderstanding involving mineral water — I'll tell you when it's finished).
The arrival
First impression: gold. Everything is golden stone — terraces and crescents in long, calm rows, with columns and balconies like a wedding cake that decided to become a town. It's quieter than the zoo at feeding time, which is to say, quieter than almost anything. Even the pigeons on the Promenade looked well brought up.
The walk
I took the wrong turn out of the station — my mandatory one — and walked a whole extra mile before the town centre admitted it existed. Best mistake of the day, because the long way round brought me to Pittville Park. The lake first: two big mute swans gliding in, a whole parliament of ducks, and a moorhen marching along the bank like a tiny strict teacher. A lady feeding the ducks told me the swans are called George and Zelda and have been residents for years. I watched them for ages. A kingfisher flashed past like a blue mistake. George pretended not to notice me. Zelda, I am fairly sure, did.
The café
After the park I walked into Montpellier, where they're already putting up the big marquees for the Literature Festival — it starts next week, and the whole garden square has that expectant look of a marquee the night before a wedding. I found a café with a window over the street, hot chocolate and a slice of Bakewell tart, and watched a jackdaw argue with a lamppost outside. Jess's animal enrichment, day three: sustained.
Home
Back in London by early evening, notebook full of swan sketches and one suspiciously good drawing of a kingfisher. Tired, happy, and still a little bit Regency.
Story seed
George and Zelda have names — the locals gave them names, like they're neighbours. I'm writing a scene where Pinafor starts naming every bird on the lake, and a grumpy moorhen informs her it already has a name (Marmalade). Clarence's line: everything has a name if you bother to ask — which is a very Clarence thing to say, and a very Pinafor thing to forget by lunchtime.
Barnaby's text“You took your mandatory wrong turn and found the best street in town. Remember this, Jess: the best keepers are the ones willing to wander and look again. Curiosity is your compass.”
— Jess
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