In case you are wondering why stays in certain "towns" are more than a night, it is because the mileage between accommodations is too long—as in over thirty mi.— to manage in a day, so someone has to pick you up, bring you to B and B and take you back the next morning. You can imagine how I love asking,"Any chance you can drive me at 6:30 a.m.?" So far people have, but tomorrow transport will be by expensive taxi.
B and B yesterday was a farm, rather charming once I gained admittance, as husband, who was in the house could not hear the bell because he cannot hear, and lady was not in the house, but had not given me her cell number. This required call to booking company; all's well..... Had a little insipid supper served in the room, quite cozy, which was awfully nice, because I was kind of done in from the navigation and what not.
Not needing transport, left at 6:15 a.m.
Farm getting ready for winter:
Turn here to achieve path:
There is plenty for all:
Quiz: What is the blue plastic for?
Instructions say, "Cross two stiles." Would this be one of them?
No, it would not! Because, as you can see, there are no steps on other side of fence. Hah! You have to be thinking every minute!
Drops of water on hip-high wet grass that soaks your pants in two minutes can look quite pretty if aesthetic is what you are after:
Wet grass also soaks notes that are in zippered pocket of your pants.
This is Mark who is running with his little dog Micky. (Why is Micky not appearing in photo?) Today was a thirty-five mile run, and in August a few or a bunch—forgot to ask—of complete crazies are planning on running the entire Southern Upland Way. Incredulous is what I am.
Lead mined hills:
Here is my theory about great big spaces. If you are secure in where you are, they are breathtaking. If you are lost, they are terrifying. Perhaps this means that interpretation has a lot to do with context.
Didn't know which photo made the point better, so you decide.
Lots of strong wind today and threatening clouds, much hillage up to the high moors, less getting lost, but each time it happens it is very disconcerting (see photos above) and time consuming. It is really amazing how BPP can morph into NPAL (no path at all). Thank God for devices. They don't solve all problems, but they certainly help. And when there is a contradiction between sign posts and GPS, ya gotta go with the posts.
Actually, that is not always true! Today (the 15th) in fact, it was patently not true. But I got turned around without incorrect signage, too.
A long, mostly foggy day, lots of slog and hills—which accounted for the slog—some lovely parts, too. When are are amid the larkspur and foxglove, all you know is joy.
Chris, riding his bike:
Aside from going coastal, here are some other things grandmas do: go to jail, to the pet store, to court, skydiving, wild on shark tank, on a killing spree, to law school, viral, and on a roller coaster.
Moffat, where I am tonight, is the first real town since I forget. Went down to Co-Op (UK's version of Stop and Shop) bought lox, cream cheese, an onion a few tomatoes, a loaf of bread and had a really good dinner in my exhausted state.
From here on, the navigation issues are reputed to be much decreased. Since tomorrow is 20+ without getting lost, I hope that reputation is not lore!
Hi Vikki,
ReplyDeleteLovely to meet you on your journey and great that you are still going strong. That was a though stretch over to Moffat. All the best for the rest