one of those days when the paths seemed a bit longer underfoot than on the map, a bit boggier than the guidebook advised, when that blasted Yellow Orb in The Firmament blazed down a tad too strongly, the prairies seemed endless, when stiles seemed to be either falling apart or very narrow (especially for my
I’m not sure it’s that important an event but after 21 1/2 days walking the 1,000,000th laden LEJOG step was taken. It was in the middle of a nondescript Staffordshire field and unsurprisingly there was no mariachi band springing out to help celebrate, choirs of heavenly angels did not (audibly) burst into song and nor
today the Watershed was crossed for the first time since Exmoor. Not much of place and at only 154 m seemed to my mind surprisingly low. For anyone interested apparently water flowing east here makes its way via the Penk, Sow and Trent to finally meander up to the Humber. I speak as someone who
.. that’d be Wenlock Edge that be. On paper/digital screen a delightful walk along an escarpment with little undulation and clear route-finding. And the day started with just the right amount of cloud cover and temperature. however, the route is used by both horse-riders and pedestrians so tends to be either churned up or by
… a nice easy start to the day, easy terrain, pin-point accurate navigating, that sort of thing. Well the topographical features a propos the walk out of Kington aren’t my fault guvnor, forces beyond my control. However, gotta fess up to the latter and taking Becca up hill and down dale for no discernible benefit
Yeah baby, self-referential riffing (for any newcomers or sporadic users please see blog of a few days back)….. ANYWAY … Here in Kington and the route in is along The Ridge and here it is: For those unaware this is Hergest Ridge, yep, that ridge where Mike Oldfield used to go at the crack of
Today was a day for words like ‘vista’ and ‘panorama’. You could justifiably put them in close conjunction in the same sentence and even use that over-used ‘awesome’. How green is your valley? I know I should put this in whisper size font but there’s a small chance that we starting to begin to just
John who? you’ll be frantic to know. John met us about 968 steps into today’s walk, he be doing the Offa’s Dyke path so our trails were coincident for the day, sauntering up the eastern (i.e. English) side of the Wye. John is I guess about a decade older than me, a Scouser from the