It was a Tuesday, so we walk, we walk
The weather was grey, but we walk, we walk
To walk from Yar was way too far
So from home we roam
We walk, we walk.
It was horrible, the weather that is, but out we set up round the hill and on past Betsy and Jewel or at least rumour had it that was where they were. On to find a medieval ruined chapel perhaps? But no apparently the village pound instead. Up along the Lich Way – beginning to feel it might be appropriate – and then rewarded by unexpected discovery of a stone – WD 38 to be precise. On to Yellowmead which may have had its origins as a medieval settlement, so maybe some consolation for missing ones.
Was supposed to be a stop for a cuppa but way too wet to even think about it. So onwards, trying to keep a little below ridge line to gain some shelter, past those elusive Wheals again and back across the way too busy road (aren’t we all supposed to be staying home?) and down the last soggy stretch.
And I said “what this walk needs is to end at a nice warm pub with a roaring fire, a big bowl of homemade soup with homemade bread all washed down with a good pint of ale”. Not a chance in these strange times. However the lovely Phil provided all (except the pub) once we had dried off a bit – bless him. (Brenda the soup would have met your rigorous standards – lovely bacon and lentil).
Jane
Ps Phil also says you had a lucky escape from more medieval longhouses ………. However they will still be there when we can get to them!
With thanks to: Stella, Phil, Mike, Jon, Jane, Brenda and Anne
