Headed out at about 6:45 on the most gorgeous day: cool, sunny, and clear. Alex and Alex do not know what they are missing, sleeping away these early morning hours. The route, including the two and a quarter mile road walk to get to the town, that being Oswestry, was only about thirteen + change miles. It had some of everything:
(Barley?) fields:
corn fields,
Very wet fields:
woods—lots of woods, which were the best part:
plenty of hillage, and surprises like this sign:
We must translate: the red triangle is a warning, but the gate/fence? Is one supposed to be wary of a fence?
A few minutes later all was revealed:
Train tracks! From yesteryear!
Now, THIS gate is a whole other thing! It is a gate to......
There was a series of these memorial plaques along the route:
There are a lot of memorials in the UK, especially for WW1.
Get out of the way when these vehicles tear down the road, let me tell you!
Hippo on the trail?
But he does not need a fence.
You won't miss the turn-off with a big old sign like this:
Alex and Alex and I agreed, as we were walking the two plus miles down this hill—though not together—that we were very happy to be able to get taxis (me at 6:00 a.m. and for them, 9:15) to go up this demon of a hill on a busy road to get back to the path for our next stage to Llangollen.
We were thinking about kebabs for dinner, at least one Alex and I were, but not from this place
fortunately, since who knows when you could go. But, in any case, Alex had checked the reviews, as she does, and discovered that it was not the premier kebab place in town. We ended up going to a Mark and Spencer Food Hall where the take out options looked pretty good, so we bought a selection. They were not so good; maybe tomorrow we will hit the rival kebab shack. That would be nice.
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