Stella had volunteered to do a walk from Calstock. Unfortunately she had a migraine the night before and didn’t feel up to it.
It had been a beautiful day, the warmest this year. Loads of people out by the river enjoying beers in the sun. So off we set in T-shirts along the bank next to the wetlands, now maturing nicely, with loads of Canada geese and shell ducks in evidence. Along to Okeltor mine and up the track to the road, where a lady in a large white van was looking to deliver to Okeltor stamp house. Fortunately a quick phone call and the recipient came up to meet her.
Along the lane to the level crossing where red lights were flashing quickly followed by a train going sedately by on its way to Calstock. Up the road past all the nurseries, now mostly defunct, and on to the church for a cuppa on a seat amongst the graves - so many of them in a huge graveyard, in the times gone by they were probably carried up from the village to be buried. Up to the main road and then through the narrow track above Glenver house, a left turn through the woods to Higher Kelly and so to the pub. Stella’s aim was for 9.00 - DEAD ON.
The pub was quite busy young people playing cards and darts, some just in for a drink, just like pubs in the old days.
Mike