having ambled alongside the river Amble a few days back and enjoyed beautiful small quaintly arched brick bridges dappled in watery afternoon sunshine as they took us over babbling brooks today we had the joy of these: i realise I will have sent the pontists amongst you into veritable raptures with these but hey
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if you’re gong to walk many many miles (and we were) then a long flat bit of disused railway makes for relatively rapid walking albeit with uninspiring views. So we traded the scenic delights of the Cheddar Gorge and Beacon Batch for the Strawberry line and pretended to be loco (si, senor). The old line
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After the scenic delights of the last few days it was back to level earth in eastern Somerset. Stagnant drainage ditches and rank streams were the ongoing order of the day. As an auspicious start to things we played what I guess is the local game in Bridgwater of ‘jump over the discarded needle, sidestep
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So here we are, in the very place that inspired Paul Simon to write one of his greatest songs; apparently he was here 45 or so years ago, a Saturday night watching it all kick off as two rival factions were disputing ownership of this strategic point with access to the Parrett rivet. Got a
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yeah baby, we’re back in the saddle again … casting all to one side as we bestride the trails like colossi, blades and stalks quivering in our wake; our images a blur to astonished bovine, ovine, equine and porcine eyes. Climb every mountain … follow every byway … indeed. Becca did at one point unleash
Read More… Sorry, couldn’t resist that one of the advantages of deciding on a rest day is that we felt we could kick back and have a glass or two of wine… So we did. And also some beer, which we did. And a G&T, er, likewise. Comfy chairs and, as ever, spirited banter with John
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Well we’ve made it to Somerset and here’s the proof. No room in the Watren Farm Inn so were safely snuggly tucked in in Simonsbath (get your map of Exmoor, look for the middlest of nowhere and there be us there be). we need to give you the walking wounded report. First, Becca: BBS2 has
Read More2 things really : one, Strava went on the blink today, honest it wasn’t operator error – I’ve got a witness who will testify to that, so whilst it’s right we made it to just short of Westward Ho! (One of the southwest’s unholy trinity of tacky merchandising emporia, along with Tintagel and Lands End
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Ali G has left the house, no longer givin’ it massive on the coastal path (I learnt my getto jive on a breakdancing course). He is now, presumably, re-arranging his sock drawer for the spring season with the right combinations of pastel shades. Thanks for being part of LEJOG Alastair, and especially for giving it
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