A fine day, but dull walking.
Off by just after 10 after arranging a (very expensive) taxi to take my bag to Mark, and failing once again to hand in my key. But perhaps as well: I don’t think anyone should be allowed to get into a room like that!
A flat five miles to Bridgwater. A flat walk across a dull town and the M5 – the first Motorway I’ve seen on the trip. A further flat cross country bit to Chedzoy. The local dogs get bored, too: two of them accompanied me all the way from the edge of town to the pub. I had been warned that it might be closed, but it wasn’t – though the landlord said that he was thinking of shutting. Apart from me there were only two local women sipping cokes, and no-one else appeared while I was there. It was, at least, another phone charging opportunity.
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Cow Parsley country |
After the breack there were some minor navigational challenges crossing open fields by dead-reckoning, sometimes through knee-high grasses, at other times through waist high barley. And then – the only ascent of the day: all of 50m up the Polden Hills which border the Somerset levels. Easy uphill, though – tarmacadamed as part of a national cycle trail.
After a gentle descent to the levels it was a totally flat five miles to Mark. One brief section of footpath (very rutted and muddy), but mainly roads. This is Cow Parsley country: every inch of every verge is covered by its white profusion. Hawthorn is beginning to come out, but it must be a good two to three weeks late. Otherwise it’s drainage renes in straight lines, scattered willow trees, green fields for grazing or sileage. Swallows hoovering up insects the main bird interest.
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Nearly there! But it's just one long, straight road ahead. |
Not much more to say, really. A dull day. But at last I’ve turned the corner, and now I’m walking North.
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