Distance: 30,9 km (19,2 mi) for a total of 484,7 km (301,2 mi)
Ascent (ca.): 250 m (820 ft)
Weather: Sunny and warm, especially in the afternoon, with only some fleecy clouds to make the sky look more interesting
Again an early start although I was sure that today I would encounter less problems as there was a lot of road walking involved. If I had been completely awake I wouldn’t have walked up to the main road only to recognise that the best start into the necessary detour was in the other direction from my campsite. I returned and started clocking down the road miles. Partly this meant following a route of the National Cycle Network which was okay as I could assume to find a walkable way here.
I passed a number of small villages which were more or less indistinguishable: Chedzoy, Sutton Mallet, Moorlinch, Greinton. Between Sutton Mallet and Moorlinch I was able to leave the road for a nice path over Pit Hill.
The footpath I had marked between Greinton and Street started good, only to become an exercise in bushwhacking and nettle-bashing. Because it had become quite warm in the sun I had considered unzipping my trousers to shorts. Luckily, I didn’t. I seldom does this when it comes to walking across footpaths on farmland. The reasons for this are: nettles, brambles, thistles, hogweed and similar stuff I don’t get the names right now. Gorse was missing today, but still the rest, either being poisonous, or having thorns, or being otherwise unpleasant is a good argument for staying in long trousers despite of the warmth.
Nevertheless I reached Street reasonable early and was able to take a real lunch break in a nice small cafe. I had planned to get to Glastonbury and being already at the northern edge of Street I knew that there weren’t many miles left to the campsite. I spent some time to check if heading further on would have any advantages for tomorrow but couldn’t confirm this as the possible campsites were all quite off-route.
So I stayed with the plan and stopped in Glastonbury. I only had time for a short stroll up and down High Street, but even like that I could see that this town is different. I had seen people in hippy clothes before but not in this number in one place. And the names and the window displays of the shops are … special, to say the least. I’m glad I made my way into here but I’ll be lucky to leave again tomorrow morning.
And a word of encouragement to my friends and other colleagues who are reading here as I can tell from the number and origin of visitors: You are entitled to put a word in from time to time. As much as you are – hopefully – enjoying to follow my progress I’d like to hear from my readers as well 😉