A hugely psychologically important day today. At long last we head due north. Up until now we seem to have been plodding away Eastwards and it didn't really feel like we were getting any nearer J-O-G. We have also passed through Somerset and into Gloucestershire, our fourth county ( don't think we'll count Wiltshire).
We also have our first foray with a major walking route. We will be dallying with the Cotswold Way, on and off for the next 3-4 days. We are not following it slavishly, as dad says it goes inside out, up and down, and backwards, so instead of taking 7 days we are doing his straightened and flattened (only slightly) version, and mum and I aren't arguing.
We over-nighted at The Abbey, in Bath, a beautiful city centre hotel, that met all our needs apart from the washing (she'll just have to live with it), and at a reasonable price too. The only thing was, it was a bit warm, so I didn't sleep very well - so we were all a bit tired this morning. As a result, dad very kindly offered to carry my harness on the back of his rucksack...this had the added advantage that mum and I could get him over the stiles easier!
We had a lovely taxi driver this morning, Robin, who took us back to our finishing point and who very kindly gave us a donation for H4H and SARDA.
We started out walking the canal path for 4 miles, and it was interesting to see that very different community coming to life and getting on with their daily routines. We followed one boat almost all the way (they have to go very slowly past moored boats) and they had put their dog on the canal path to take his morning exercise, jumping back on board when the boat neared the tow path - clever fellow.
As with the other canals we have walked, there is plenty of what mum calls "canal art" - a variety of representative structures, put together from flotsam and jetsam gathered along the route.
After that we passed through Bathampton and Batheaston, and across fields and meadows to Marshfield. Along the way we were severely reprimanded by a guinea fowl who was clearly unimpressed with our presence.
At Marshfield we had a wonderful lunch at the Sweet Apples tea shop, where we were given another generous donation. Thank you.
Just as I thought we were coming to the end of our 14 mile day, dad put my harness on. As this piece of apparel is normally applied at the beginning of the day, for one awful moment, I thought we were going to start again. Thankfully, it was just to cross over the M4. Personally I think dad should have had the harness on, as mum had difficulty in preventing a major incident on the motorway, when he tried, unsuccessfully to get an Eddie Stobart. Driver to return his wave.!
Hey ho!!
Kept spreading the word.
M
xx
Monday 31 March 2014
Sunday 30 March 2014
Blind leading the blind!
Today we leave Chilcompton and head for Bath. Our first stop is in Midsomer Norton where the closest we got to murder and mayhem was 2 dead rats and a series of shop fronts with security shutters.
We have travelled well and truly into Cotswold country where we now enjoy the mellow stone and pantiles of traditional Cotswold buildings.
We passed an ancient long barrow at Stoney Littleton. This is a Neolithic tomb, with multiple burial chambers, measuring 30m x 15m and is very visible to the naked eye.
We moved on to a disused railway track called The Colliers Way. About halfway down it we were confronted with notices telling us that no dogs were allowed on the next piece unless they were guide dogs. An alternative route was well explained and would have necessitated a much longer journey. What would you have done? Dad closed his eyes, mum held his elbow and off we went. Worked fine until we met another dog who wanted to play almost as much as me. Whoops!!!
We stopped in a small village called Wellow for a nice cold drink, and we were made to feel very welcome when a lady invited us to leave our empty glasses on her table. Actually, today is the first day when people have noticed the rather large print on the back of mum's rucksack, and have asked about the walk. We have received much encouragement, which has been particularly welcome on a very hot and waring day.
We reached our destination, which happened to be right next to the Wiltshire border, so I put a paw in just before our taxi arrived to whisk us off to Bath for the night. What an amazing city, we shall definitely be returning.
Keep spreading the word
M
xx
We have travelled well and truly into Cotswold country where we now enjoy the mellow stone and pantiles of traditional Cotswold buildings.
We passed an ancient long barrow at Stoney Littleton. This is a Neolithic tomb, with multiple burial chambers, measuring 30m x 15m and is very visible to the naked eye.
We moved on to a disused railway track called The Colliers Way. About halfway down it we were confronted with notices telling us that no dogs were allowed on the next piece unless they were guide dogs. An alternative route was well explained and would have necessitated a much longer journey. What would you have done? Dad closed his eyes, mum held his elbow and off we went. Worked fine until we met another dog who wanted to play almost as much as me. Whoops!!!
We stopped in a small village called Wellow for a nice cold drink, and we were made to feel very welcome when a lady invited us to leave our empty glasses on her table. Actually, today is the first day when people have noticed the rather large print on the back of mum's rucksack, and have asked about the walk. We have received much encouragement, which has been particularly welcome on a very hot and waring day.
We reached our destination, which happened to be right next to the Wiltshire border, so I put a paw in just before our taxi arrived to whisk us off to Bath for the night. What an amazing city, we shall definitely be returning.
Keep spreading the word
M
xx
Saturday 29 March 2014
To the hills!!!
Today we leave the Somerset Levels and head for the Mendips.
First of all though, I want to say something about the Travelodge, that has been home for 2 nights. Mum had been reading all sorts of rubbish and was dreading it, but it actually turned out to be OK. Yes, it's basic - only 1 pillow but you can have another, not much tea and coffe but you can request more, no hair dryer, but guess what, you can ask for one. We had a bathroom with bath and shower, a king size bed, and TV. They don't have a dining room, but they do provide you with a breakfast box - breakfast in bed! It was spotlessly clean, and the staff were brilliant. It also happens to be our most economical B&B since starting out.
As we finished at the other side of town yesterday, we needed a taxi to get us back there, to start this morning. The young man who came to pick us up, was an ex commando who had served in Iraq and Afghanistan. He had to leave the forces due to injuries sustained, and had bought into the taxi firm to secure his future. It served as a timely reminder, that we are doing this walk for such as he, and the whole ethos of 'god helps those who help themselves'!
Anyway, off we trotted across Queens Sedge Moor (we did Kings yesterday), an absolutely arrow straight road across the levels, no longer flooded. As we were walking we could hear the 'gobble' of the little egrets and sure enough came across 6 of them sitting in a tree, giving out their strange warning sounds. Couldn't get a photo sadly, as they were off before mum could get the camera out.
As we motored along, we glanced left, and for quite some time, were able to enjoy Wells, and it's incredible cathedral.
Whilst we have been on this trip, we have seen many solar parks, some larger than others. We have seen one today that surpasses all of them. It was massive - we reckon somewhere in the order of 50 acres. Can't see how we can be short of generating power with all these being developed.
We settled for lunch on the site of an old Mott and Bailey castle. We had some great views (if a little hazy). It took us a little while to figure out where the sound of a bell was coming from until we realised that we were sitting next to a golf course and the golfers were ringing the bell to advise the following, unsighted players that they were free to play the next hole.
Since we left Lands End, dad has been tantalising mum with 1 (yes1) packet of polos. It wasn't until mum gave half a packet to a friendly horse this morning, that he realised she actually had her own stash!
At long long last I spotted our first deer this afternoon. When you think that when we travel to and from Cornwall, we normally see dozens of them from the Motorway, it really is astonishing that it's taken until today to spot one.
Just going back to the pub in Marazion, whose regulars are enjoying the blog, we hear tell of a choir in Eastwood (that's on the Nottinghamshire/Derbyshire border) which is also receiving regular updates. Let us know of similar goings on - madgesmusings@gmail.com
Keep spreading the word
M
xx
First of all though, I want to say something about the Travelodge, that has been home for 2 nights. Mum had been reading all sorts of rubbish and was dreading it, but it actually turned out to be OK. Yes, it's basic - only 1 pillow but you can have another, not much tea and coffe but you can request more, no hair dryer, but guess what, you can ask for one. We had a bathroom with bath and shower, a king size bed, and TV. They don't have a dining room, but they do provide you with a breakfast box - breakfast in bed! It was spotlessly clean, and the staff were brilliant. It also happens to be our most economical B&B since starting out.
As we finished at the other side of town yesterday, we needed a taxi to get us back there, to start this morning. The young man who came to pick us up, was an ex commando who had served in Iraq and Afghanistan. He had to leave the forces due to injuries sustained, and had bought into the taxi firm to secure his future. It served as a timely reminder, that we are doing this walk for such as he, and the whole ethos of 'god helps those who help themselves'!
Anyway, off we trotted across Queens Sedge Moor (we did Kings yesterday), an absolutely arrow straight road across the levels, no longer flooded. As we were walking we could hear the 'gobble' of the little egrets and sure enough came across 6 of them sitting in a tree, giving out their strange warning sounds. Couldn't get a photo sadly, as they were off before mum could get the camera out.
As we motored along, we glanced left, and for quite some time, were able to enjoy Wells, and it's incredible cathedral.
Whilst we have been on this trip, we have seen many solar parks, some larger than others. We have seen one today that surpasses all of them. It was massive - we reckon somewhere in the order of 50 acres. Can't see how we can be short of generating power with all these being developed.
We settled for lunch on the site of an old Mott and Bailey castle. We had some great views (if a little hazy). It took us a little while to figure out where the sound of a bell was coming from until we realised that we were sitting next to a golf course and the golfers were ringing the bell to advise the following, unsighted players that they were free to play the next hole.
Since we left Lands End, dad has been tantalising mum with 1 (yes1) packet of polos. It wasn't until mum gave half a packet to a friendly horse this morning, that he realised she actually had her own stash!
At long long last I spotted our first deer this afternoon. When you think that when we travel to and from Cornwall, we normally see dozens of them from the Motorway, it really is astonishing that it's taken until today to spot one.
Just going back to the pub in Marazion, whose regulars are enjoying the blog, we hear tell of a choir in Eastwood (that's on the Nottinghamshire/Derbyshire border) which is also receiving regular updates. Let us know of similar goings on - madgesmusings@gmail.com
Keep spreading the word
M
Friday 28 March 2014
Glastonbury Glee
As some of you may know, dad changed our route in Somerset to circumnavigate the Levels, due to all the floods and this has turned out to be an excellent decision. Where we have been off road it has been very wet and muddy, so we have kept to Tarmac as much as possible. This has meant that we have missed out on all the 'zoys', although we did pass through Chedzoy yesterday. We have now found out that 'zoy' is an old English word for 'Island' and it is therefore not surprising that when we saw the pictures of the floods, the older parts of the zoy villages were free of water. Those old folks knew a thing or two!
It was a bit wet this morning, so not much chance to take photographs, and heads were down. Mum met a man taking his baby in his carrycot, to his car, looked at it, went all gooey eyed and said 'I wish I was in there with you'. It's OK she's not getting broody (good job really - bit late!) she just meant it looked nice and warm and dry in there. The man turned, looked her up and down, and said ' I don't think I could carry you" ......harsh, very harsh!!
As we travel along, they have got into the habit of taking pictures of village signs, church signs, or anything else which, when they are in their dotage in a couple of years time, will enable them to identify where they were at any given point in the series of photos. Today, going through a village, the only identifiable place was the local garage. Mum hadn't seen the multitudinous blue and white tape all the way round it but when the SCO (that's Scenes of Crime Officer for a anyone not in the know) asked her to delete the photo, she didn't argue!!
Ever since we started, we have kept coming across Cycle Route 3. This runs from Lands End to Bristol, and we have kept meeting and losing it as we go along. It popped up again today. It's like an old friend who keeps confirming that we are on the right route. Long may it continue to guide us.
Dad had a lot of trouble with his map in the rain. Mum's got some great shots of him - in a church porch (where we enjoyed a late elevenses), in a bus shelter, and best of all in a Sainsburys trolley bay (he still swears blind we weren't lost!) - where for some reason no shoppers would return their trolleys - must have been the 2 sodden vagrants and their dog skulking around.
There was one very very loud clap of thunder - I was very frightened, but mum and dad looked after me.
This afternoon we walked into Glastonbury, ready for a good start on the far outskirts of town tomorrow. It was crazy man. The town was full of 70+ (age) hippies and foreign voices! a rich mix of culture and custom.
So we're off to Chilcompton tomorrow and will soon be turning north at long last.
Keep spreading the word.
M
xx
It was a bit wet this morning, so not much chance to take photographs, and heads were down. Mum met a man taking his baby in his carrycot, to his car, looked at it, went all gooey eyed and said 'I wish I was in there with you'. It's OK she's not getting broody (good job really - bit late!) she just meant it looked nice and warm and dry in there. The man turned, looked her up and down, and said ' I don't think I could carry you" ......harsh, very harsh!!
As we travel along, they have got into the habit of taking pictures of village signs, church signs, or anything else which, when they are in their dotage in a couple of years time, will enable them to identify where they were at any given point in the series of photos. Today, going through a village, the only identifiable place was the local garage. Mum hadn't seen the multitudinous blue and white tape all the way round it but when the SCO (that's Scenes of Crime Officer for a anyone not in the know) asked her to delete the photo, she didn't argue!!
Ever since we started, we have kept coming across Cycle Route 3. This runs from Lands End to Bristol, and we have kept meeting and losing it as we go along. It popped up again today. It's like an old friend who keeps confirming that we are on the right route. Long may it continue to guide us.
Dad had a lot of trouble with his map in the rain. Mum's got some great shots of him - in a church porch (where we enjoyed a late elevenses), in a bus shelter, and best of all in a Sainsburys trolley bay (he still swears blind we weren't lost!) - where for some reason no shoppers would return their trolleys - must have been the 2 sodden vagrants and their dog skulking around.
There was one very very loud clap of thunder - I was very frightened, but mum and dad looked after me.
This afternoon we walked into Glastonbury, ready for a good start on the far outskirts of town tomorrow. It was crazy man. The town was full of 70+ (age) hippies and foreign voices! a rich mix of culture and custom.
So we're off to Chilcompton tomorrow and will soon be turning north at long last.
Keep spreading the word.
M
xx
Thursday 27 March 2014
Swan wars
We left Creech Barn where we were well looked after. We now know what broadband should be like - fast. They couldn't be bothered to stay up for W1A last night and downloaded it this morning in 30 seconds - would have taken a good hour at home! We're moving to Somerset!
This morning, we spent on the Bridgwater and Taunton Canal for most of which we were accompanied by 3 swans fighting for territory. They gave us a magnificent flight display.
The canal has regularly sited pill boxes which they can't figure out. Surely even Mainwaring and his motley crew didn't expect U boats up the canal -"don't tell them your name Pike!'
There were also a number of displays which can only be termed as tributes to the planets. Each one had a model of the planet and a verbal representation of it's composition, physical attributes, and a philosophical comment regarding it's relationship with earth. Very educational.
Along the way, a gentleman on his bike stopped us and enquired about the walk. Dad asked him about the water on the levels and he told us that he was from Moorland and had been flooded out of house and home. He and his family are currently in temporary accommodation and likely to be so for another 6-8 months. He was incredibly cheerful and was far more interested in LEJOG than he was in his own problems - isn't that marvellous?
Before we left home, mum thought she was very clever when she switched the phone to dad's mobile and arranged for all the utility bills to be delivered to the net. Ah the best laid plans of mice and men. (No idea what that means but mum says it's a quotation). Because it was estimated, of course, the bill is huge, and Sainsburys in their wisdom decided it was a potential fraud and stopped the account. That went down well when dad tried to pay the bill this morning. Anyway he rang Sainsbugs and spoke to an extremely helpful young lady called Susan who sorted everything out. We are of course immensely grateful that they are keeping an eye on the account.
As we approached the end of the canal we came across a fisherman. He had the most immense rod. It stretched from the middle of the canal, across the towpath, through the trees on the other side and out. It must have been all of 25' long. Dad asked him if it was big enough and the fisherman replied that he had 2 more lengths that would make it reach to the grass at the other side of the canal. Mum said "are there many fish in the grass at the other side?" .......hmmm
We then had an incredible experience..an open pub!! We took the opportunity to have a drink and a sit down. And dad asked the lady behind the bar if there was any way we could get across the Parrott (river) without going into Bridgwater. We had already asked representatives of The Environment Agency, and The Canal Trust, who said there wasn't. But they didn't know Amanda who came up with the goods, saving us 1 mile today and 2 miles tomorrow, and a 2 mile walk along a busy main road. THANK YOU AMANDA!!
This afternoon has been principally on the road through the levels. We have been treated to more swan activity, a little egret and some llamas ( or alpacas - not too sure). Once more we have been incredibly lucky with the weather, and once more it teemed it down just after we came in.
We are now safely ensconced in the Glastonbury Travelodge where we shall be staying for 2 nights.
Keep spreading the word.
M
xx
This morning, we spent on the Bridgwater and Taunton Canal for most of which we were accompanied by 3 swans fighting for territory. They gave us a magnificent flight display.
The canal has regularly sited pill boxes which they can't figure out. Surely even Mainwaring and his motley crew didn't expect U boats up the canal -"don't tell them your name Pike!'
There were also a number of displays which can only be termed as tributes to the planets. Each one had a model of the planet and a verbal representation of it's composition, physical attributes, and a philosophical comment regarding it's relationship with earth. Very educational.
Along the way, a gentleman on his bike stopped us and enquired about the walk. Dad asked him about the water on the levels and he told us that he was from Moorland and had been flooded out of house and home. He and his family are currently in temporary accommodation and likely to be so for another 6-8 months. He was incredibly cheerful and was far more interested in LEJOG than he was in his own problems - isn't that marvellous?
Before we left home, mum thought she was very clever when she switched the phone to dad's mobile and arranged for all the utility bills to be delivered to the net. Ah the best laid plans of mice and men. (No idea what that means but mum says it's a quotation). Because it was estimated, of course, the bill is huge, and Sainsburys in their wisdom decided it was a potential fraud and stopped the account. That went down well when dad tried to pay the bill this morning. Anyway he rang Sainsbugs and spoke to an extremely helpful young lady called Susan who sorted everything out. We are of course immensely grateful that they are keeping an eye on the account.
As we approached the end of the canal we came across a fisherman. He had the most immense rod. It stretched from the middle of the canal, across the towpath, through the trees on the other side and out. It must have been all of 25' long. Dad asked him if it was big enough and the fisherman replied that he had 2 more lengths that would make it reach to the grass at the other side of the canal. Mum said "are there many fish in the grass at the other side?" .......hmmm
We then had an incredible experience..an open pub!! We took the opportunity to have a drink and a sit down. And dad asked the lady behind the bar if there was any way we could get across the Parrott (river) without going into Bridgwater. We had already asked representatives of The Environment Agency, and The Canal Trust, who said there wasn't. But they didn't know Amanda who came up with the goods, saving us 1 mile today and 2 miles tomorrow, and a 2 mile walk along a busy main road. THANK YOU AMANDA!!
This afternoon has been principally on the road through the levels. We have been treated to more swan activity, a little egret and some llamas ( or alpacas - not too sure). Once more we have been incredibly lucky with the weather, and once more it teemed it down just after we came in.
We are now safely ensconced in the Glastonbury Travelodge where we shall be staying for 2 nights.
Keep spreading the word.
M
xx
Wednesday 26 March 2014
What a day!
Wow! Have we had a day, sorry I'm late. It was. It was Uncle Rob and Auntie Jean. And they've given us a wonderful day.
They brought supplies down with them and took a load of junk that we don't need back with them, although we still seem to have a lot left. Auntie Jean had made me a super comfortable bed in the back of their car - I didn't want to get out.
First of all, we went to Watchet (no, nor had any of us - look it up) it's a quiet little seaside town, where, within minutes of our arrival, mum had managed to find a very 'interesting' gentleman. He told her all about his partner's St Bernard, who had 6 kittens which it picked up in its mouth and that it had been attacked by Jack Russels, necessitating 200 stitches. He'd no sooner told her this when he turned round, stopped a passing motorist, asked him if he was going to Minehead, and jumped in the passenger seat. I don't know how she does it.
Then we went to Dunster Castle, where we had a lovely wander around the gardens, which had some great architectural features. It also had a fabulous display of hyacinths which were emitting the most wonderful, and almost overpowering scent. There was a small pond with a fountain and Uncle Rob wasn't sure if it contained radish or goldfish. Definitely the latter - tad worrying. - he was driving!
And thus to Minehead - an interesting seaside town that has clearly had a prosperous history, with some great houses, and a heritage steam railway (kept the boys happy).
Back to the B&B via a good hearty meal, just in time to plan tomorrow's route, and an early night. A day off but we still managed 6 miles! And a barrel of laughs. Thanks you two.
Happy birthday Auntie Jo xx
Keep spreading the word
M
xx
They brought supplies down with them and took a load of junk that we don't need back with them, although we still seem to have a lot left. Auntie Jean had made me a super comfortable bed in the back of their car - I didn't want to get out.
First of all, we went to Watchet (no, nor had any of us - look it up) it's a quiet little seaside town, where, within minutes of our arrival, mum had managed to find a very 'interesting' gentleman. He told her all about his partner's St Bernard, who had 6 kittens which it picked up in its mouth and that it had been attacked by Jack Russels, necessitating 200 stitches. He'd no sooner told her this when he turned round, stopped a passing motorist, asked him if he was going to Minehead, and jumped in the passenger seat. I don't know how she does it.
Then we went to Dunster Castle, where we had a lovely wander around the gardens, which had some great architectural features. It also had a fabulous display of hyacinths which were emitting the most wonderful, and almost overpowering scent. There was a small pond with a fountain and Uncle Rob wasn't sure if it contained radish or goldfish. Definitely the latter - tad worrying. - he was driving!
And thus to Minehead - an interesting seaside town that has clearly had a prosperous history, with some great houses, and a heritage steam railway (kept the boys happy).
Back to the B&B via a good hearty meal, just in time to plan tomorrow's route, and an early night. A day off but we still managed 6 miles! And a barrel of laughs. Thanks you two.
Happy birthday Auntie Jo xx
Keep spreading the word
M
xx
Tuesday 25 March 2014
Greenham (certainly not common!)
We left Greenham Hall where we have been so well looked after - tea and biccies by a lovely warm fire on arrival, bath with Radox for mum, a jug of real milk in the room and a load of very dirty clothes washed and dried - she's ecstatic. Thank you so much for your warm hospitality Caro and Peter.
Another day of largely fine weather, with a few drops of rain towards the end, and an absolute downpour just as we got to our B&B - how lucky are we?
We have still been on the route of the canal, although it has been sadly neglected and for considerable lengths has been completely filled in and forms part of the footpath - so we've been walking on water!
Shortly after we started out, we were walking across a field when we were accosted by 2 very suspect looking horses. I was with dad, and mum, as usual,was lagging behind, and Mr Brave shouts 'Jane!' And she comes toddling up, does the horse whisperer bit, and off they go. So that's two miracles in one day.
There are quite a few seconds to celebrate today, but first the firsts - first; ladybird, cowslip, attack by an out of control dog, butterfly, and long tailed tit
We've completed our second county, reached the venue of our second rest day (and boy is it needed), if you include all the extras he's made us do we've completed our second hundred (although strictly speaking that won't happen en route until Thursday).
We walked through the centre of Taunton and, with regret, I
didn't see a single person smile. Isn't that sad?
Well, as I mentioned, tomorrow is a rest day. I've been told that there is a big surprise looming. I think Uncle Rob and Auntie Jean might be coming to see us because I heard mum talking to her on the phone at lunch time and they both sounded very excited!
Keep spreading the word
M
xx
Another day of largely fine weather, with a few drops of rain towards the end, and an absolute downpour just as we got to our B&B - how lucky are we?
We have still been on the route of the canal, although it has been sadly neglected and for considerable lengths has been completely filled in and forms part of the footpath - so we've been walking on water!
Shortly after we started out, we were walking across a field when we were accosted by 2 very suspect looking horses. I was with dad, and mum, as usual,was lagging behind, and Mr Brave shouts 'Jane!' And she comes toddling up, does the horse whisperer bit, and off they go. So that's two miracles in one day.
There are quite a few seconds to celebrate today, but first the firsts - first; ladybird, cowslip, attack by an out of control dog, butterfly, and long tailed tit
We've completed our second county, reached the venue of our second rest day (and boy is it needed), if you include all the extras he's made us do we've completed our second hundred (although strictly speaking that won't happen en route until Thursday).
We walked through the centre of Taunton and, with regret, I
didn't see a single person smile. Isn't that sad?
Well, as I mentioned, tomorrow is a rest day. I've been told that there is a big surprise looming. I think Uncle Rob and Auntie Jean might be coming to see us because I heard mum talking to her on the phone at lunch time and they both sounded very excited!
Keep spreading the word
M
xx
Monday 24 March 2014
Into Somerset
After yesterday, today has been more like a rest day. Although we have clocked up 12 miles it was nearly all on the tow path of the Great Western Canal. The walking has been flat and even and we have ambled. The weather has been threatening rain all day, but we only got wet in the last half hour, some of us more than others. Just because I was a but dirty I got washed in the river again.
Unsurprisingly mum's attention has been drawn to the riverbank, and we have had countless, mallard, moorhens, and wrens pointed out to us. Sadly her eyes are out on stalks tonight, needlessly, as we failed to see the splendid iridescence of turquoise treat that is the fabulous kingfisher.
We have passed through a number of small and pretty villages, none of which could present us with an open pub for lunch. We put our heads above the parapet at Burlescombe, and we were immediately clocked by one resident, who, hands on hips scuttled off to the phone, presumably to alert neighbourhood watch. Dad says 100 years ago we would have been stoned out of town, 50 years ago offered a cup of tea, today, it's back to people power!
Anyway, we found one resident who would talk to us and she advised that she thought there might be a pub in 'Hocus Pocus' 2nd bridge down, turn right and up the road on the left. When we eventually got to Holcombe Rogus(!) which turned out to be 2 miles out of the way - it was shut. Seems to be a theme developing here. Is it me?
As we approached our abode for the night we snuck across the border into Somerset when no one was looking.
The 2 pictures below were taken on a 45 degree turn of the feet. 21st century; motorway, train, and solar power farm v 18th century canal. Which would you rather have? No brainer for me.
Unsurprisingly mum's attention has been drawn to the riverbank, and we have had countless, mallard, moorhens, and wrens pointed out to us. Sadly her eyes are out on stalks tonight, needlessly, as we failed to see the splendid iridescence of turquoise treat that is the fabulous kingfisher.
We have passed through a number of small and pretty villages, none of which could present us with an open pub for lunch. We put our heads above the parapet at Burlescombe, and we were immediately clocked by one resident, who, hands on hips scuttled off to the phone, presumably to alert neighbourhood watch. Dad says 100 years ago we would have been stoned out of town, 50 years ago offered a cup of tea, today, it's back to people power!
Anyway, we found one resident who would talk to us and she advised that she thought there might be a pub in 'Hocus Pocus' 2nd bridge down, turn right and up the road on the left. When we eventually got to Holcombe Rogus(!) which turned out to be 2 miles out of the way - it was shut. Seems to be a theme developing here. Is it me?
As we approached our abode for the night we snuck across the border into Somerset when no one was looking.
The 2 pictures below were taken on a 45 degree turn of the feet. 21st century; motorway, train, and solar power farm v 18th century canal. Which would you rather have? No brainer for me.
Sunday 23 March 2014
A day of great contrasts!
First of all, I must apologise for the poor service over the past few days. Getting the blog out has been a nightmare, and attaching photographs, regrettably, impossible.
We left Great Park Farm and it's charming owner, and walked into Crediton to the sounds of the church bells, absolutely delightful.
Dad took a call for me from Bob's dad, Mike in Marazion. He wouldn't let me take it because my paws were dirty and he didn't want his precious phone mucking up. We had passed a football pitch where kids were kicking around a white spherical object that went thwack when it was kicked and I'd got very excited because I thought it was mine. Mum said it wasn't because mine are red and blue, they are not spherical because I have chewed them into submission, and they definitely do not go thwack when kicked, more thwat.
Anyway, I digress. Mike had rung to see how we were getting on. Apparently, somebody in his local has been printing the blog off each night, and reading it out in the pub. Isn't that brilliant? Any more stories like that we'd love to hear about it.
Mum is very aware of the selfies going on on Facebook. She was very upset this morning, because she lost her lippy. Personally, I think she did it on purpose to get rid of the weight!
About 5 miles in, dad threw a wobbly because he thought he'd left a map behind. Mum said it wouldn't matter because we'd got the satmap and the I pad. After another 5 miles, they realised that they had got the other map because the nice people at the Ordnance Survey had printed it on the back!
Today we have seen our first buttercup in full flower, May, wood anemone, and field pansies. How spring is moving on.
Today has been such a contrast. This morning we plodded on the roads once more, great views, but restricted by high roadside hedges. This afternoon we walked the Exe Valley Trail, shadowing the River Exe from Bickleigh to Tiverton. A real refreshing change. The weather hasn't been too bad a couple of briefwettings and a rather painful hail shower.
After 16 hard fought miles, we arrived at the Best Western, where mum has had a brilliant bath in the company of Micky Bubbles. Dad had his Burns (theirs is spelt wrong - MARS) and I had my Burns and the treats the hotel left for me.
Another great day, looking forward to crossing into Somerset tomorrow.
Keep spreading the word.
M
xx
We left Great Park Farm and it's charming owner, and walked into Crediton to the sounds of the church bells, absolutely delightful.
Dad took a call for me from Bob's dad, Mike in Marazion. He wouldn't let me take it because my paws were dirty and he didn't want his precious phone mucking up. We had passed a football pitch where kids were kicking around a white spherical object that went thwack when it was kicked and I'd got very excited because I thought it was mine. Mum said it wasn't because mine are red and blue, they are not spherical because I have chewed them into submission, and they definitely do not go thwack when kicked, more thwat.
Anyway, I digress. Mike had rung to see how we were getting on. Apparently, somebody in his local has been printing the blog off each night, and reading it out in the pub. Isn't that brilliant? Any more stories like that we'd love to hear about it.
Mum is very aware of the selfies going on on Facebook. She was very upset this morning, because she lost her lippy. Personally, I think she did it on purpose to get rid of the weight!
About 5 miles in, dad threw a wobbly because he thought he'd left a map behind. Mum said it wouldn't matter because we'd got the satmap and the I pad. After another 5 miles, they realised that they had got the other map because the nice people at the Ordnance Survey had printed it on the back!
Today we have seen our first buttercup in full flower, May, wood anemone, and field pansies. How spring is moving on.
Today has been such a contrast. This morning we plodded on the roads once more, great views, but restricted by high roadside hedges. This afternoon we walked the Exe Valley Trail, shadowing the River Exe from Bickleigh to Tiverton. A real refreshing change. The weather hasn't been too bad a couple of briefwettings and a rather painful hail shower.
After 16 hard fought miles, we arrived at the Best Western, where mum has had a brilliant bath in the company of Micky Bubbles. Dad had his Burns (theirs is spelt wrong - MARS) and I had my Burns and the treats the hotel left for me.
Another great day, looking forward to crossing into Somerset tomorrow.
Keep spreading the word.
M
xx
Saturday 22 March 2014
SNOW!!!!!!!!!!!
It was quite a night.
First of all, we had to deal with a mega 'mum-grump' just because they went to a nice little bistro last night, where every table was occupied, but there was no atmospheric hum of conversation- why? - because at every table there was either a tablet, or an I phone, or both, in use.
We eventually got her off to sleep, and then dad, but not me - oh no - I had to listen to tales of 'departure platforms' from him, and screams for 'help' from her. Honestly the things I have to put up with.
When we woke up, there was a layer of snow over Dartmoor - it was quite cold! Anyway, we got underway in brilliant sunshine. Mostly road today, but once more, we had spectacular views all the way.
We passed one of the many stone crosses at the roadside, and dad felt obliged to leave some coins on top to assuage the gods. Clearly a new one for mum too!
At lunch time we stopped at the Mare and Foal in Yeoford for them to have a pint of diet coke apiece (yes - really!). We got there just as a stag party disembarked from the train on the ale trail. Bless them, they couldn't believe what we were doing and had a whip round for H4H and bought the drinkers. How kind was that? Sadly found the only freshly painted picnic table in the place, and managed to get creosote all over her coat - she was thrilled!
A day of sun and showers, cold and warmth, good walking and the prospect of Tiverton tomorrow.
Keep spreading the word. We are having enormous trouble with communication at the moment
First of all, we had to deal with a mega 'mum-grump' just because they went to a nice little bistro last night, where every table was occupied, but there was no atmospheric hum of conversation- why? - because at every table there was either a tablet, or an I phone, or both, in use.
We eventually got her off to sleep, and then dad, but not me - oh no - I had to listen to tales of 'departure platforms' from him, and screams for 'help' from her. Honestly the things I have to put up with.
When we woke up, there was a layer of snow over Dartmoor - it was quite cold! Anyway, we got underway in brilliant sunshine. Mostly road today, but once more, we had spectacular views all the way.
We passed one of the many stone crosses at the roadside, and dad felt obliged to leave some coins on top to assuage the gods. Clearly a new one for mum too!
At lunch time we stopped at the Mare and Foal in Yeoford for them to have a pint of diet coke apiece (yes - really!). We got there just as a stag party disembarked from the train on the ale trail. Bless them, they couldn't believe what we were doing and had a whip round for H4H and bought the drinkers. How kind was that? Sadly found the only freshly painted picnic table in the place, and managed to get creosote all over her coat - she was thrilled!
A day of sun and showers, cold and warmth, good walking and the prospect of Tiverton tomorrow.
Keep spreading the word. We are having enormous trouble with communication at the moment
Friday 21 March 2014
Words we fear
There are quite a few phrases which pass dad's lips that put the fear of god into mum and I. Such as....
No hills today
We don't need a packed lunch
We need to be there for 'x' o'clock
When all these appear in one sentence we know we've got problems.
The day got off to a good start when we were awoken to the sound of metal on metal. No, not an old fashioned alarm clock. It was dad attacking the complimentary bottle of water, which didn't want to open in the normal way, with his hoof pick (see, there is a use for them). He won - eventually, and without the need of the first aid pack.
On then, to our second trail. The Granite Trail is a disused railway track, and we followed it for 6 miles from Sourton to Okehampton. 'A Tarmac ribbon winding through the Devon countryside' sic dad (get him). We had spectacular views of Dartmoor on one side and farmland on the other, and over the viaducts were benches which dad is convinced are suicide aids! Some parts of the old railway are still intact for use by tourists (this is part of the line they are talking of re-opening to replace the line which traverses the Dawlish Sea Wall and is, indeed, in good fettle) but isn't running at the moment. Dad says it's a very nice line but was then heard to mutter that it is not as good as NYMR.
The original plan had been to walk into Okehampton, dump our bags in the hotel we are occupying this evening, have some lunch and walk on to our destination, South Tawton. However, plans were made to be changed, and we had lunch on the station platform at Okehampton, and then walked on to join our next trail; Devon Heartland Way, then Tarka Trail, throwing in the West Devon Way somewhere long the line.
Needless to say, the hills which dad considered to be undulations weren't, and we had to move quite quickly towards the end in order to get to destination on time. The weather was very changeable and we had 2 very heavy showers, one of hail. We were lucky with the first one, beginning just as we passed under a railway bridge and the second when we were under trees.
A good day with some fabulous scenery. Crediton tomorrow.
Keep spreading the word.
M
xx
PS sorry, no pics tonight -'service not available'
No hills today
We don't need a packed lunch
We need to be there for 'x' o'clock
When all these appear in one sentence we know we've got problems.
The day got off to a good start when we were awoken to the sound of metal on metal. No, not an old fashioned alarm clock. It was dad attacking the complimentary bottle of water, which didn't want to open in the normal way, with his hoof pick (see, there is a use for them). He won - eventually, and without the need of the first aid pack.
On then, to our second trail. The Granite Trail is a disused railway track, and we followed it for 6 miles from Sourton to Okehampton. 'A Tarmac ribbon winding through the Devon countryside' sic dad (get him). We had spectacular views of Dartmoor on one side and farmland on the other, and over the viaducts were benches which dad is convinced are suicide aids! Some parts of the old railway are still intact for use by tourists (this is part of the line they are talking of re-opening to replace the line which traverses the Dawlish Sea Wall and is, indeed, in good fettle) but isn't running at the moment. Dad says it's a very nice line but was then heard to mutter that it is not as good as NYMR.
The original plan had been to walk into Okehampton, dump our bags in the hotel we are occupying this evening, have some lunch and walk on to our destination, South Tawton. However, plans were made to be changed, and we had lunch on the station platform at Okehampton, and then walked on to join our next trail; Devon Heartland Way, then Tarka Trail, throwing in the West Devon Way somewhere long the line.
Needless to say, the hills which dad considered to be undulations weren't, and we had to move quite quickly towards the end in order to get to destination on time. The weather was very changeable and we had 2 very heavy showers, one of hail. We were lucky with the first one, beginning just as we passed under a railway bridge and the second when we were under trees.
A good day with some fabulous scenery. Crediton tomorrow.
Keep spreading the word.
M
xx
PS sorry, no pics tonight -'service not available'
Thursday 20 March 2014
On the road again
Well, mum and I weren't too chuffed when dad got us out of bed at 06.30 because he wanted us washed, dressed, packed, breakfasted and ready to go for 08.00am. This was because he had been watching the weather forecast and I have to admit that we were both grateful when it began to rain (buckets) just as we reached our B&B for the night.
So we left The Arundel Arms, who had looked after us very well to make for Bridestowe. It's been a great walk today most of it on The Two Castles Trail which runs from the castle at Launceston to the castle at Okehampton. We've had nearly every sort of terrain; riverside, pasture, moor, forest and some road, with great views and a special treat - a kite, and a dipper.
We walked past the entrance to Dingles Fairground Heritage Center, famous for what is says on the tin! We were a wee bit disappointed that we couldn't see anything from the road, and it wasn't open so we couldn't go and look. Another time maybe.
Equally we passed the kennels of the Lamerton Foxhounds and we didn't see them either - heard them though!
We crossed a ford in the middle of nowhere (I really do mean, in the middle of nowhere) and coming in the opposite direction was a gentleman, quite neat and tidy, long ginger hair, with a beard. in a long mac, carrying a loaf of bread! One of those occasions when you ask yourself if you really saw it, or was it a dream?
So because of our early start, we arrived just in time for lunch and have the prospect of a nice afternoon and evening, with good time to prepare for tomorrow's (wet) jaunt to South Tawton.
Keep spreading the word.
M
xx
So we left The Arundel Arms, who had looked after us very well to make for Bridestowe. It's been a great walk today most of it on The Two Castles Trail which runs from the castle at Launceston to the castle at Okehampton. We've had nearly every sort of terrain; riverside, pasture, moor, forest and some road, with great views and a special treat - a kite, and a dipper.
We walked past the entrance to Dingles Fairground Heritage Center, famous for what is says on the tin! We were a wee bit disappointed that we couldn't see anything from the road, and it wasn't open so we couldn't go and look. Another time maybe.
Equally we passed the kennels of the Lamerton Foxhounds and we didn't see them either - heard them though!
We crossed a ford in the middle of nowhere (I really do mean, in the middle of nowhere) and coming in the opposite direction was a gentleman, quite neat and tidy, long ginger hair, with a beard. in a long mac, carrying a loaf of bread! One of those occasions when you ask yourself if you really saw it, or was it a dream?
So because of our early start, we arrived just in time for lunch and have the prospect of a nice afternoon and evening, with good time to prepare for tomorrow's (wet) jaunt to South Tawton.
Keep spreading the word.
M
xx
Wednesday 19 March 2014
Madge
Mum would like a word....
Quite a few of you have asked after Madge' wellbeing. She is an amazing little dog, brave and a fighter. Yes, she is tired at night (aren't we all), but she settles down after she's eaten and when she wakes up in the morning, she's running round the walls again. Her paws are fine and to say we've done so much road work, the practice miles have certainly paid off. We both think she's gaining condition and that says such a lot for her diet.
She was delighted to get here last night. The hotel had provided her with a proper comfortable, dog bed, a bowl, and 2 bonios which Madge got to and scoffed before we spotted them! She is being thoroughly spoilt with waitresses bringing hidden sausages and everybody generally making a great fuss of her. Nothing for us mind, but then I'm not too keen on bonios - bit like cardboard! (Well to me anyway)
Some of you have asked about the little harness she wears. This is for a number of reasons. You probably can't see, but it has a handle in the middle, which enables us to lift her over obstacles she can't manage - awkward stiles (Cornish speciality), cattle grids, brambles etc. we also have a pallisade pack, which attaches to it, so that when we have to carry all our gear (no camping just yet) she can carry her own light but bulky stuff. Nothing she can't handle, I promise.
Back to Madge......
So what do we do on a 'rest day'? Well I've just taken them for a little walk round the village - got to keep them limbered up! We found the Ambrosia factory, they both like custard...me, I just like Burns. Then I went for a little swim. Mum's been doing some admin., dad's been interrupting! And we've all generally been chilling out, it's been nice.
It's a shame it's going to rain tomorrow, but there's nothing we can do about it so we might just as we'll enjoy a beautiful spring day.
Keep spreading the word - we crashed through 200 hits yesterday - fantastic, let's go for the 1000!!!!
M
xx
Quite a few of you have asked after Madge' wellbeing. She is an amazing little dog, brave and a fighter. Yes, she is tired at night (aren't we all), but she settles down after she's eaten and when she wakes up in the morning, she's running round the walls again. Her paws are fine and to say we've done so much road work, the practice miles have certainly paid off. We both think she's gaining condition and that says such a lot for her diet.
She was delighted to get here last night. The hotel had provided her with a proper comfortable, dog bed, a bowl, and 2 bonios which Madge got to and scoffed before we spotted them! She is being thoroughly spoilt with waitresses bringing hidden sausages and everybody generally making a great fuss of her. Nothing for us mind, but then I'm not too keen on bonios - bit like cardboard! (Well to me anyway)
Some of you have asked about the little harness she wears. This is for a number of reasons. You probably can't see, but it has a handle in the middle, which enables us to lift her over obstacles she can't manage - awkward stiles (Cornish speciality), cattle grids, brambles etc. we also have a pallisade pack, which attaches to it, so that when we have to carry all our gear (no camping just yet) she can carry her own light but bulky stuff. Nothing she can't handle, I promise.
Back to Madge......
So what do we do on a 'rest day'? Well I've just taken them for a little walk round the village - got to keep them limbered up! We found the Ambrosia factory, they both like custard...me, I just like Burns. Then I went for a little swim. Mum's been doing some admin., dad's been interrupting! And we've all generally been chilling out, it's been nice.
It's a shame it's going to rain tomorrow, but there's nothing we can do about it so we might just as we'll enjoy a beautiful spring day.
Keep spreading the word - we crashed through 200 hits yesterday - fantastic, let's go for the 1000!!!!
M
xx
Tuesday 18 March 2014
Big day
Today marks a big day for us. Out of Cornwall and into Devon so, first county. Rest day tomorrow so, first stage completed. First 100 miles notched up.
We started the day well with mum returning to the room to find dad standing in front of the mirror, razor in hand, head torch on head - was this another Orton moment (when he accidently shaved off half his moustache)? No just poor light above the sink. I ought to explain that we stayed in a pub last night. It was more than adequate if a little basic, and we should maybe have spotted that it was St Patricks day as the disco was quite loud and went on until midnight, but food was good and the resident ghost did not make an appearance,
Today's weather had us on the hop all morning with the taps being turned off and on. They kept stopping to take wet clothes off and put them on - I just kept my coat on and got on with it. Beautiful afternoon though.
Dad promised us a stop at Pipers Pool, and mum and I had a vision of a little pool with benches around for us to sit on. Nope, it was just a small village with nowhere to sit. Oh, says dad, I knew you would think that and I knew it wouldn't be but I thought I'd keep it to myself. Anyway the upshot was he marched us 10 miles to Launceston without a break.
Launceston is a lovely little town with some beautiful historic buildings.
Mum insisted on a liquid lunch, hot chocolate for her, coffee for him and then a short 4 miler to a nice hotel in Lifton.
The scenery altered almost instantaneously as we crossed the county border. It is much softer and lusher in Devon and hopefully we will see a little more wildlife. Already we have spotted; redstart, dipper, and log tailed tit. Still no swallows though.
Please keep spreading the word.
M
xx
We started the day well with mum returning to the room to find dad standing in front of the mirror, razor in hand, head torch on head - was this another Orton moment (when he accidently shaved off half his moustache)? No just poor light above the sink. I ought to explain that we stayed in a pub last night. It was more than adequate if a little basic, and we should maybe have spotted that it was St Patricks day as the disco was quite loud and went on until midnight, but food was good and the resident ghost did not make an appearance,
Today's weather had us on the hop all morning with the taps being turned off and on. They kept stopping to take wet clothes off and put them on - I just kept my coat on and got on with it. Beautiful afternoon though.
Dad promised us a stop at Pipers Pool, and mum and I had a vision of a little pool with benches around for us to sit on. Nope, it was just a small village with nowhere to sit. Oh, says dad, I knew you would think that and I knew it wouldn't be but I thought I'd keep it to myself. Anyway the upshot was he marched us 10 miles to Launceston without a break.
Launceston is a lovely little town with some beautiful historic buildings.
Mum insisted on a liquid lunch, hot chocolate for her, coffee for him and then a short 4 miler to a nice hotel in Lifton.
The scenery altered almost instantaneously as we crossed the county border. It is much softer and lusher in Devon and hopefully we will see a little more wildlife. Already we have spotted; redstart, dipper, and log tailed tit. Still no swallows though.
Please keep spreading the word.
M
xx
Monday 17 March 2014
Beast of Bodmin - true or false?!
It's time to leave Golden Bank, the lovely home of Sue and Laurie and their amazing hospitality. They have looked after us so well; fantastic breakfast (with Sue's fresh eggs and honey), enormous packed lunch, wonderful dinner, they've carted us about from our stop and start points, done our washing for us, and fed us wonderful home made cakes and biscuits. Thank you so much both, we will miss you greatly.
It's been a great day today - field, forest and moor. Slightly overcast to start with, brilliant sunshine at midday and reverting to cloud in the afternoon. I've had a good old run round but went back on the lead when they caught me (just in time) about to apply eau de badger!
With some trepidation we approached Bodmin Moor, with so many tales of the fate that may befall us.
- the nearest we came to a smuggler was the barman at Jamaica Inn, who had a piratical beard and a gold earring
- of bog there was absolutely none
- big cat - well was there or wasn't there?
Somewhere in our preparations, dad read about the smugglers route which would get us across the moor on a track. We followed this only to find that it came to a dead end at a fence in front of a forest. Anybody who knows my dad will know that he is paranoic about trespass. Over the fence we went and we had a wonderful woodland walk. Or at least it would have been if we hadn't had to run for fear of being spotted! Safely delivered.
Amongst our normal dozen buzzards, we have spotted a couple of herons, murmuring starlings, and countless sparrows, chaffinch and robins - still no swallows though.
Tomorrow to Lifton and Devon
Keep spreading the word
M
xx
It's been a great day today - field, forest and moor. Slightly overcast to start with, brilliant sunshine at midday and reverting to cloud in the afternoon. I've had a good old run round but went back on the lead when they caught me (just in time) about to apply eau de badger!
With some trepidation we approached Bodmin Moor, with so many tales of the fate that may befall us.
- the nearest we came to a smuggler was the barman at Jamaica Inn, who had a piratical beard and a gold earring
- of bog there was absolutely none
- big cat - well was there or wasn't there?
Somewhere in our preparations, dad read about the smugglers route which would get us across the moor on a track. We followed this only to find that it came to a dead end at a fence in front of a forest. Anybody who knows my dad will know that he is paranoic about trespass. Over the fence we went and we had a wonderful woodland walk. Or at least it would have been if we hadn't had to run for fear of being spotted! Safely delivered.
Amongst our normal dozen buzzards, we have spotted a couple of herons, murmuring starlings, and countless sparrows, chaffinch and robins - still no swallows though.
Tomorrow to Lifton and Devon
Keep spreading the word
M
xx
Sunday 16 March 2014
Confusing names
It has to be said, that surprisingly, we haven't seen too much on the wildlife front so far. Plenty of deer prints - but no deer. A bit of excitement this morning when mum saw a big dog fox, turns out he's being fed by one of Sue's neighbours, so not sure if that counts. Mind you, there was the biggest Nuthatch in the world on Sue's bird feeders this morning.
A bit of a cloudy start, that was later to turn to a fine mizzle - enough to wet us but not enough to dampen our spirits. Mostly on old railway track today and it became a 'no' day.
The Camel Trail - no camels
Bluebell Wood - no bluebells
Shell Wood - no shells
BAA members only - no sheep
At the end of the track, which although easy going, was significant in it's lack of variety, there was a wonderful little ECO cafe, called Snails Pace, where ma and pa had coffee, and I had a lot of fuss made of me (and some Burns).
True to form we overwalked a mile (they seem to have got this thing about shortening tomorrow's walk, which lengthens today's - not too sure about the logic but they seem happy enough), and then we walked back to the village (another mile) to The Old Inn at St Breward where they had a really good and substantial carvery lunch. Odd thing was, mum said she had never known a carvery sold by the plate size - small, medium and large!
Back to the B&B to prepare ourselves for the crossing of Bodmin Moor tomorrow - the land of big cats, smugglers, and bog. Oh goody!
A bit of a cloudy start, that was later to turn to a fine mizzle - enough to wet us but not enough to dampen our spirits. Mostly on old railway track today and it became a 'no' day.
The Camel Trail - no camels
Bluebell Wood - no bluebells
Shell Wood - no shells
BAA members only - no sheep
At the end of the track, which although easy going, was significant in it's lack of variety, there was a wonderful little ECO cafe, called Snails Pace, where ma and pa had coffee, and I had a lot of fuss made of me (and some Burns).
True to form we overwalked a mile (they seem to have got this thing about shortening tomorrow's walk, which lengthens today's - not too sure about the logic but they seem happy enough), and then we walked back to the village (another mile) to The Old Inn at St Breward where they had a really good and substantial carvery lunch. Odd thing was, mum said she had never known a carvery sold by the plate size - small, medium and large!
Back to the B&B to prepare ourselves for the crossing of Bodmin Moor tomorrow - the land of big cats, smugglers, and bog. Oh goody!
Saturday 15 March 2014
Nanstallon
I'd just like to say to all of you who have been 'sharing' my messages on Facebook - THANK YOU. It always has a great impact on the no. of hits on the site. Facebook me on 'MadgeMarsden'.
Today has been just perfect. The weather has been ideal, lovely sunshine and a cooling breeze all day long. We've even managed some footpaths and fields and stiles that are as they should be. Mum was a little bit annoyed about missing the final 6 Nations, but she got over it when we ignored her.
At Tregotha we came across 3 men attempting to move a stone post with chains and a Ford Ka through some very soft ground. They said they were building a modern day Stonehenge ....don't hold your breath!
Shortly after that....devastation....mum has lost her Fitbit (a form of pedometer) that she has had for just short of a year and was registering in excess of 2500 miles over the last 12 months. Inconsolable.
We had a wonderful packed lunch, provided by Sue, on some nice soft dry ground, with great views. I had my Burns.
The days walk was near done in good time...and this was a first...dad suggested we added a bit on at the end...and even rarer...mum agreed. It was only when she spotted the Camel Valley Vineyard sign that light began to dawn. We had a nice cup of tea at the Camel Trail Tearoom! Anyway, for the sadists amongst you who are waiting to donate by the number of miles completed - add another 3!
Keep spreading the word
M
xx
Friday 14 March 2014
Indian Queens
It's time to leave Truro, the wonderful cathedral, county city of Cornwall, and the truly brilliant Alverton Hotel who have looked after us so well (washing left am, laundered and back pm - so close to mum's heart) and head out to Indian Queens.
Dad had a bit of a boot malfunction so he hounded us out of bed early so that we could be banging on the door at Timpsons in Truro at 08.30, hopefully get the repair done and be on the 09.37. So he and I went there and mum went off to get some bits and pieces. The great guys did the job quick sticks and much to mum's chagrin, we were in time to catch the 08.37 to St Erme. We had a very interesting bus driver who told us all about his rescue Alsation, and his horse that had outrun a Grand National winner.
It's been a very grey and foggy day (but not wet - that's the main thing), so mum's photo focus has been on the close at hand, wild flowers and the like, of which there are many and varied - spring is well and truly on the way down here.
After a couple of hours, with no village in the immediate offing, and a full pot of tea at breakfast beginning to create some pressure, mum nipped through a gateway. The mist lifted briefly, but long enough for her to realise that she was right next to the busy A30 - should've gone to Specsavers!
As it happened, about a mile further on, at Summercourt, we came across a car showroom that had been converted into a cafe, complete with an old Riley, an Austin 30 and petrol pumps ( mum let it be known that she went on her first date in an A30 - that aged her!). They brought me my own bowl of lovely fresh water (most places have a dog bowl these days, but it's always a bit manky, and a dog has her standards you know) and they had coffee and cakes.
That was it really, a steady walk on to the delights of Indian Queens, where we were collected by our new hosts; Sue and Laurie Lee who transported us to their lovely home in Nanstallon, where we will be for the next 3 nights.
Have a lovely weekend everybody, and keep spreading the word.
M
xx
Dad had a bit of a boot malfunction so he hounded us out of bed early so that we could be banging on the door at Timpsons in Truro at 08.30, hopefully get the repair done and be on the 09.37. So he and I went there and mum went off to get some bits and pieces. The great guys did the job quick sticks and much to mum's chagrin, we were in time to catch the 08.37 to St Erme. We had a very interesting bus driver who told us all about his rescue Alsation, and his horse that had outrun a Grand National winner.
It's been a very grey and foggy day (but not wet - that's the main thing), so mum's photo focus has been on the close at hand, wild flowers and the like, of which there are many and varied - spring is well and truly on the way down here.
After a couple of hours, with no village in the immediate offing, and a full pot of tea at breakfast beginning to create some pressure, mum nipped through a gateway. The mist lifted briefly, but long enough for her to realise that she was right next to the busy A30 - should've gone to Specsavers!
As it happened, about a mile further on, at Summercourt, we came across a car showroom that had been converted into a cafe, complete with an old Riley, an Austin 30 and petrol pumps ( mum let it be known that she went on her first date in an A30 - that aged her!). They brought me my own bowl of lovely fresh water (most places have a dog bowl these days, but it's always a bit manky, and a dog has her standards you know) and they had coffee and cakes.
That was it really, a steady walk on to the delights of Indian Queens, where we were collected by our new hosts; Sue and Laurie Lee who transported us to their lovely home in Nanstallon, where we will be for the next 3 nights.
Have a lovely weekend everybody, and keep spreading the word.
M
xx
Thursday 13 March 2014
A quiet day........ Dad style!
After yesterday's mini marathon, we decided to have a nice quiet day.
It was a misty start, but when the sun broke through, it was delightful.
We left the hotel and trotted off down to the bus station to see if we could find out bus times in order to return to Truro from today's destination. There are 4 bus companies working out of Truro bus station and none of them wanted to admit to servicing St Erme. So dad teed up a taxi company just in case.
Off we went, but where, which direction - we had OS map, compass, satmap (satellite navigation for walkers would you believe), and mum's mini I pad. Must have takes us about an hour to track down the road we wanted. We walked country roads again (after the last 2 days, we've found that safest), and through Idless where we saw the Kenwyn Book Exchange (see below - brilliant use of redundant resource). Then on through St Clement Woods, that would have been lovely had it not been for nearly all the dogs we saw off their leads...and deaf!
When we reached St Erme, (6 miles on the clock) we found the bus shelter and with a bus due in 10 minutes, decided to wait. We met a very interesting lady from Norway, who has provided a home for 6 dogs 14 horses, and countless small animals.
Dad boarded the bus and asked for 2 singles and a dog to Truro, handed over a £10 note and apologised that he had nothing smaller. When he got his 25p change, and a very strange look from the bus driver, he went and sat quietly.
When we got back to Truro, they decided lunch was in order. We trailed through town until we found somewhere with outside seating, it was a fish restaurant, mum was thrilled (not) but went with it. Are we eating lunch or dinner said mum? Lunch said dad. The only none fish dish was a steak, so mum ordered a fish cake starter, and dad, sole with fresh veg and potatoes. When it came mum said what are we doing for dinner, this is it said he - oops!
We went to look round the cathedral, did a bit of shopping (including a spare battery for the satmap from Cotswold where we obtained the normal excellent service to which we have become accustomed, and shorts for them) and then back to the hotel, by which time we'd notched up 9 miles......just a quiet day then!
Keep spreading the word
M
xx
It was a misty start, but when the sun broke through, it was delightful.
We left the hotel and trotted off down to the bus station to see if we could find out bus times in order to return to Truro from today's destination. There are 4 bus companies working out of Truro bus station and none of them wanted to admit to servicing St Erme. So dad teed up a taxi company just in case.
Off we went, but where, which direction - we had OS map, compass, satmap (satellite navigation for walkers would you believe), and mum's mini I pad. Must have takes us about an hour to track down the road we wanted. We walked country roads again (after the last 2 days, we've found that safest), and through Idless where we saw the Kenwyn Book Exchange (see below - brilliant use of redundant resource). Then on through St Clement Woods, that would have been lovely had it not been for nearly all the dogs we saw off their leads...and deaf!
When we reached St Erme, (6 miles on the clock) we found the bus shelter and with a bus due in 10 minutes, decided to wait. We met a very interesting lady from Norway, who has provided a home for 6 dogs 14 horses, and countless small animals.
Dad boarded the bus and asked for 2 singles and a dog to Truro, handed over a £10 note and apologised that he had nothing smaller. When he got his 25p change, and a very strange look from the bus driver, he went and sat quietly.
When we got back to Truro, they decided lunch was in order. We trailed through town until we found somewhere with outside seating, it was a fish restaurant, mum was thrilled (not) but went with it. Are we eating lunch or dinner said mum? Lunch said dad. The only none fish dish was a steak, so mum ordered a fish cake starter, and dad, sole with fresh veg and potatoes. When it came mum said what are we doing for dinner, this is it said he - oops!
We went to look round the cathedral, did a bit of shopping (including a spare battery for the satmap from Cotswold where we obtained the normal excellent service to which we have become accustomed, and shorts for them) and then back to the hotel, by which time we'd notched up 9 miles......just a quiet day then!
Keep spreading the word
M
xx
Wednesday 12 March 2014
As predicted, at 07.40 dad started to repack his rucksack ready for the taxi arriving at 09.30 to take us back to the delights of Praze An Beeble, where after yesterday's comments, we were very nearly run out of town.
The original plan was to walk an 8 miler today and a 9 miler tomorrow to Truro, to give us a better chance of walking us in, and to get past the notorious third day. But dad decided to ignore all that, and to make for Truro tonight. Bless!
It actually has been a beautiful day, plenty of sunshine, with some mist and a light breeze to keep us cool. We've done a lot of road work today, and they being Cornish roads, with high sided walls, we have had to be satisfied with the French windows full of view, that we get every time there is a gateway. There's been plenty of those with incidental entertainment, such as the gentleman, singing opera to his pigs, the bat having a really good fly around in the middle of the day, and mum washing her boots in a ford before remembering that she had already removed her gaiters!
The hotel is blissful. Mum is ecstatic - she has her bath, first one since leaving home, a wash service, and a lovely comfy bed. Dad's discovered a satisfactory wine list to keep him happy, and me, well I've got my bed and a nice big bowl of Burns. Mum says she might just give my paws a little massage with some butterbalm so that should be nice.
So we are now a day in hand and we are going to do a bit of Fridays walk tomorrow, which will make that a bit easier for us, and then they are talking about having a look round the cathedral (in turns- because I don't suppose I'll be allowed in) and perhaps hitting M&S for some shorts because they both forgot to pack them. Well who could have expected this weather, even in Cornwall. This time last year we were snowed in.
Keep spreading the word
M
xx
The original plan was to walk an 8 miler today and a 9 miler tomorrow to Truro, to give us a better chance of walking us in, and to get past the notorious third day. But dad decided to ignore all that, and to make for Truro tonight. Bless!
It actually has been a beautiful day, plenty of sunshine, with some mist and a light breeze to keep us cool. We've done a lot of road work today, and they being Cornish roads, with high sided walls, we have had to be satisfied with the French windows full of view, that we get every time there is a gateway. There's been plenty of those with incidental entertainment, such as the gentleman, singing opera to his pigs, the bat having a really good fly around in the middle of the day, and mum washing her boots in a ford before remembering that she had already removed her gaiters!
The hotel is blissful. Mum is ecstatic - she has her bath, first one since leaving home, a wash service, and a lovely comfy bed. Dad's discovered a satisfactory wine list to keep him happy, and me, well I've got my bed and a nice big bowl of Burns. Mum says she might just give my paws a little massage with some butterbalm so that should be nice.
So we are now a day in hand and we are going to do a bit of Fridays walk tomorrow, which will make that a bit easier for us, and then they are talking about having a look round the cathedral (in turns- because I don't suppose I'll be allowed in) and perhaps hitting M&S for some shorts because they both forgot to pack them. Well who could have expected this weather, even in Cornwall. This time last year we were snowed in.
Keep spreading the word
M
xx
Tuesday 11 March 2014
Praze an Beeble
A day distinguished by its mediocrity (I've been to college you know)
It wasn't warm, it wasn't cold. We had light cloud all day with the sun threatening to make an appearance, but usually failing. However, I'm not complaining - it didn't rain!
We did our 9.5 miles to Praze an Beeble (the name is about as much as it has going for it ) by lunchtime, the plan being to have our main meal at the pub and return by taxi. Ah, the best laid plans. The pub was shut until 18.00 and hoped it wouldn't 'cause any inconvenience' - well actually it did. Particularly, as the moment we walked into the village; the fish and chip shop turned off its 'open' sign, the post office had 'technical issues' and couldn't open, and the bakery put up its 'gone to lunch' sign. Mum and dad sat on a bench and made a Mars bar last for an hour and a half until the taxi arrived. Me I lay down and ate my Burns. um um.
We've seen loads of daffys again. It's a shame really, because they have all been harvested (in the bud) and the picture I sent yesterday, is of flowers that have come out since harvest, and will just go to waste. We've actually been wondering what all the rubber bands are that we have seen on the ground, they are too small to blame the post man - of course they have been dropped by the pickers, who all appear to be Lithuanian, which also explains why there are so many Eastern European plated BMWs in the rural area!
Interestingly, the taxi driver has done LEJOG twice - once in a Reliant Robin and once in a van.
When we got back to Marazion, the causeway to St Michaels Mount was covered by the incoming tide, and anyway, dogs aren't allowed, so they've decided to give it a miss. Instead, mum and I had the stunning experience of watching dad, pack and repack his rucksack ready for our onward journey tomorrow, knowing full well he'll have to do it all again in the morning.
Heyho!
Keep spreading the word.
M
xx
It wasn't warm, it wasn't cold. We had light cloud all day with the sun threatening to make an appearance, but usually failing. However, I'm not complaining - it didn't rain!
We did our 9.5 miles to Praze an Beeble (the name is about as much as it has going for it ) by lunchtime, the plan being to have our main meal at the pub and return by taxi. Ah, the best laid plans. The pub was shut until 18.00 and hoped it wouldn't 'cause any inconvenience' - well actually it did. Particularly, as the moment we walked into the village; the fish and chip shop turned off its 'open' sign, the post office had 'technical issues' and couldn't open, and the bakery put up its 'gone to lunch' sign. Mum and dad sat on a bench and made a Mars bar last for an hour and a half until the taxi arrived. Me I lay down and ate my Burns. um um.
We've seen loads of daffys again. It's a shame really, because they have all been harvested (in the bud) and the picture I sent yesterday, is of flowers that have come out since harvest, and will just go to waste. We've actually been wondering what all the rubber bands are that we have seen on the ground, they are too small to blame the post man - of course they have been dropped by the pickers, who all appear to be Lithuanian, which also explains why there are so many Eastern European plated BMWs in the rural area!
Interestingly, the taxi driver has done LEJOG twice - once in a Reliant Robin and once in a van.
When we got back to Marazion, the causeway to St Michaels Mount was covered by the incoming tide, and anyway, dogs aren't allowed, so they've decided to give it a miss. Instead, mum and I had the stunning experience of watching dad, pack and repack his rucksack ready for our onward journey tomorrow, knowing full well he'll have to do it all again in the morning.
Heyho!
Keep spreading the word.
M
xx
Monday 10 March 2014
And we're off
Well the day got off to a good start when mum handed the I pad to dad so that he could read all the wonderful good wishes you have all sent us - thank you so much everybody. Can you turn the light on he said. It's already on says mum - why don't you take off your sunglasses and try your readers?!
We managed a relatively seamless start - breakfast on time, left on time, car back to Enterprise Hire (can't speak highly enough) on time, straight down to Lands End for our photo call at 10.00. Where's the photographer? Thought he'd start at 10.30 today. Grrrrr. Dad said he would go and find some coffee, but Lands End was shut (again) so mum suggested brewing up on the camping stove....which she had, and water, and gas, and mugs....but no coffee!
Not to worry its a beautiful day, wall to wall sunshine and once we'd left Lands End the wind dropped and made for perfect walking conditions. We did 15 miles, a bit longer than originally intended because we decided to walk on from Penzance to Marazion, rather than mess about getting a taxi for 2.5 miles. It'll give us a bit shorter day tomorrow, and hopefully we'll have time to have a look round St Michaels Mount. We have a wonderful view of it from our bedroom window - google it - fascinating building.
The walking today has been excellent apart from a couple of pieces. Cornwall plays lip service to walkers. When we started out, paths were well marked and clear. All of a sudden, the signs cease, and the paths become a quagmire of mud, covered with brambles - not aided when the friendly neighborhood farmers plough up the paths and completely obliterate them. But for the main part we have had a great day. - we've seen, castles, ancient villages, fields full of daffodils and spring in all it's glory. Not just daffodils, but azaleas, wild garlic, primroses, and lots more that mum just doesn't know the name of!
When we got back to the B&B, the nice gentleman had left me a pack of my favourite dental sticks, so whilst I set to with them, mum and dad went to the pub.
Looking forward to tomorrow.
Keep spreading the word.
M
xx
We managed a relatively seamless start - breakfast on time, left on time, car back to Enterprise Hire (can't speak highly enough) on time, straight down to Lands End for our photo call at 10.00. Where's the photographer? Thought he'd start at 10.30 today. Grrrrr. Dad said he would go and find some coffee, but Lands End was shut (again) so mum suggested brewing up on the camping stove....which she had, and water, and gas, and mugs....but no coffee!
Not to worry its a beautiful day, wall to wall sunshine and once we'd left Lands End the wind dropped and made for perfect walking conditions. We did 15 miles, a bit longer than originally intended because we decided to walk on from Penzance to Marazion, rather than mess about getting a taxi for 2.5 miles. It'll give us a bit shorter day tomorrow, and hopefully we'll have time to have a look round St Michaels Mount. We have a wonderful view of it from our bedroom window - google it - fascinating building.
The walking today has been excellent apart from a couple of pieces. Cornwall plays lip service to walkers. When we started out, paths were well marked and clear. All of a sudden, the signs cease, and the paths become a quagmire of mud, covered with brambles - not aided when the friendly neighborhood farmers plough up the paths and completely obliterate them. But for the main part we have had a great day. - we've seen, castles, ancient villages, fields full of daffodils and spring in all it's glory. Not just daffodils, but azaleas, wild garlic, primroses, and lots more that mum just doesn't know the name of!
When we got back to the B&B, the nice gentleman had left me a pack of my favourite dental sticks, so whilst I set to with them, mum and dad went to the pub.
Looking forward to tomorrow.
Keep spreading the word.
M
xx
Sunday 9 March 2014
Cornwall here we come
Having said goodbye to the family at home and left my sheep in their 'capable' hands I can now relax.
Here we are safely ensconced in Marazion. We had a good trip down, no hold ups, an excellent Sunday lunch at the Arundel Arms in Lifton, dropped a couple of boxes off for later in the walk, filled the hire car up with diesel ready for tomorrow, and took the parents for a walk on the beach.
They rose at 06.00 in order to finish off the last minute bits and pieces. Dad couldn't find his tablets....because mum had very kindly taken them for him!
Mum took me for a constitutional up the road. Having diverted the phone to dad's mobile, she was trying to ring him to see if it had worked and accidentally rang Uncle Alan and Auntie Di - they were thrilled - sorry guys!
Talk about coals to Newcastle. None of mum's daffodils (her favourite flower) have come out, so she, picked 3 - and brought them in, and then brought them with her to Cornwall where there are fields and fields, and acres and acres of them - ah well. In the scale of things I don't suppose 3 blonde moments in 1 day is too bad.
Well big day tomorrow. Hire car to return, then off down to Lands End for a photo call at 10.00, and then 2 years of planning comes to fruition and we're off.
Keep spreading the word
M
xx
Here we are safely ensconced in Marazion. We had a good trip down, no hold ups, an excellent Sunday lunch at the Arundel Arms in Lifton, dropped a couple of boxes off for later in the walk, filled the hire car up with diesel ready for tomorrow, and took the parents for a walk on the beach.
They rose at 06.00 in order to finish off the last minute bits and pieces. Dad couldn't find his tablets....because mum had very kindly taken them for him!
Mum took me for a constitutional up the road. Having diverted the phone to dad's mobile, she was trying to ring him to see if it had worked and accidentally rang Uncle Alan and Auntie Di - they were thrilled - sorry guys!
Talk about coals to Newcastle. None of mum's daffodils (her favourite flower) have come out, so she, picked 3 - and brought them in, and then brought them with her to Cornwall where there are fields and fields, and acres and acres of them - ah well. In the scale of things I don't suppose 3 blonde moments in 1 day is too bad.
Well big day tomorrow. Hire car to return, then off down to Lands End for a photo call at 10.00, and then 2 years of planning comes to fruition and we're off.
Keep spreading the word
M
xx
Friday 7 March 2014
1 day to go
He's still ôn about the weight of his rucksack and overnight, 2 facts have occurred to me. Firstly, mum moans about how quickly he walks. Secondly, the Green Goddess (car) is missing some balancing weights from her wheels.....hmmm, could somebody have out them in the rucksack?
Some of you have enquired about the weight of my rucksack. Well, it's about 1.5 to 2 Kg, which isn't bad, and I've only to look at dad and look pathetic, and he'll help me out. Soft touch? You bet!
A further crisis has arisen today. Dad can't find my portable bowl. He's been through every cupboard (yes, every cupboard) in the house and still not found it. You know those comedy's where the man is deep into the cupboard and items are flying out over his shoulder - well it's not so funny.
Last day at home tomorrow. Still plenty to do but it's looking manageable (at last). Mum is beginning to get quite giddy at the thought of no housework for 3 months.
- the Hoover has been SORNed and put on bricks
- the iron is snuggled up in a bed of silica gel bags (so old they've gone brown!)
- the washing machine and tumble dryer have had prayers and are tucked up in blankets
- and the oven "can go take a running jump!"
Each of these action was accompanied by a little jig.
I've stored all my bones, balls and other toys in a corner of my bedroom.
Keep spreading the word
M
xx
Some of you have enquired about the weight of my rucksack. Well, it's about 1.5 to 2 Kg, which isn't bad, and I've only to look at dad and look pathetic, and he'll help me out. Soft touch? You bet!
A further crisis has arisen today. Dad can't find my portable bowl. He's been through every cupboard (yes, every cupboard) in the house and still not found it. You know those comedy's where the man is deep into the cupboard and items are flying out over his shoulder - well it's not so funny.
Last day at home tomorrow. Still plenty to do but it's looking manageable (at last). Mum is beginning to get quite giddy at the thought of no housework for 3 months.
- the Hoover has been SORNed and put on bricks
- the iron is snuggled up in a bed of silica gel bags (so old they've gone brown!)
- the washing machine and tumble dryer have had prayers and are tucked up in blankets
- and the oven "can go take a running jump!"
Each of these action was accompanied by a little jig.
I've stored all my bones, balls and other toys in a corner of my bedroom.
Keep spreading the word
M
xx
Thursday 6 March 2014
Packing
Today they have surpassed themselves.
It was pack the rucksack and weigh it day, then unpack it throw half the contents out and pack it again....and again....and again!
They started off by making 4 piles - one each with their personal stuff - a wear and a spare for them, a wash a wear and a spare for me. A pile for me. And a pile of immensely important stuff that belongs to no man.
So, mum had all her unctions, you know, soap, shampoo, moisturiser, etc,etc,etc. Dad had some old tractor rag to use in rivers and puddles. Mum had all her techy bits, dad had his maps (quaint). And so on
So they stowed all their own gear, and then they turned to no mans land. Dad took the tent - mum went for the toothpick. Dad selected the cooker, mum the matches. Dad the storm lantern, mum the wicks.
You will not be surprised that when it came to the weigh in mum's sack came in at 8Kg, dads at 11Kg. Then they started, let's put it this way, mum's still weighs 8Kg.
Me.......I just ate mine!
Keep spreading the word - your doing a great job
M
xx
It was pack the rucksack and weigh it day, then unpack it throw half the contents out and pack it again....and again....and again!
They started off by making 4 piles - one each with their personal stuff - a wear and a spare for them, a wash a wear and a spare for me. A pile for me. And a pile of immensely important stuff that belongs to no man.
So, mum had all her unctions, you know, soap, shampoo, moisturiser, etc,etc,etc. Dad had some old tractor rag to use in rivers and puddles. Mum had all her techy bits, dad had his maps (quaint). And so on
So they stowed all their own gear, and then they turned to no mans land. Dad took the tent - mum went for the toothpick. Dad selected the cooker, mum the matches. Dad the storm lantern, mum the wicks.
You will not be surprised that when it came to the weigh in mum's sack came in at 8Kg, dads at 11Kg. Then they started, let's put it this way, mum's still weighs 8Kg.
Me.......I just ate mine!
Keep spreading the word - your doing a great job
M
xx
Wednesday 5 March 2014
Communications serious stuff
I thought it might be useful to repeat my lines of communication.
My e mail address is 'madgesmusings@gmail.com'
Obviously you know the blog address or you wouldn't be reading this, even mum worked that one out! We would just love it if you made comments (so long as they're not horrid). Apparently, according to the techys, (which does not include mum) to do so you need to have a google account. It doesn't cost anything and you will then have access to the comments book.
The blog also has a long box at the top of each post and if you put your e mail address in it, I will automatically e mail you every time I put a new post on.
I also have my own Facebook page 'Madge Marsden'. It is really easy to access the blogs this way. And of course it's another way for you to comment if you don't want to go down the google route.
The details for donating to the charities are
HELP FOR HEROES
justgiving.com/madges-end-to-end
HELENS TRUST
justgiving.com/madgesmarch
SARDA (Search and Rescue Dogs Association)
everyclick.com/madge
Please keep spreading the word
M
xx
PS Do you think if I hide under the footstool with my ball they might forget about me?
My e mail address is 'madgesmusings@gmail.com'
Obviously you know the blog address or you wouldn't be reading this, even mum worked that one out! We would just love it if you made comments (so long as they're not horrid). Apparently, according to the techys, (which does not include mum) to do so you need to have a google account. It doesn't cost anything and you will then have access to the comments book.
The blog also has a long box at the top of each post and if you put your e mail address in it, I will automatically e mail you every time I put a new post on.
I also have my own Facebook page 'Madge Marsden'. It is really easy to access the blogs this way. And of course it's another way for you to comment if you don't want to go down the google route.
The details for donating to the charities are
HELP FOR HEROES
justgiving.com/madges-end-to-end
HELENS TRUST
justgiving.com/madgesmarch
SARDA (Search and Rescue Dogs Association)
everyclick.com/madge
Please keep spreading the word
M
xx
PS Do you think if I hide under the footstool with my ball they might forget about me?
Tuesday 4 March 2014
It's getting close!
It's really hotting up now - they're like whirling dervishes! Five days to go and a final check of the itinerary and day sheets today - that was turgid!
There are clearly Red Indians in Bakewell. Anyway, mum went down this morning and came back scalped.
Apparently there was mayhem at the hairdresser's with staff and clientele fascinated at the prospect of our adventure and more particularly the state of mum's coiffure after 3 months without their tender ministrations. One 'young' man was convinced that the impact of 3 months walking 1100 miles would have such a severe impact on mum's hormones that as well as being able to stand on her hair, she will have grown a beard!!
My new coat arrived today, as you can see, it's high vis, waterproof and warm. Thank you to the very nice people at Burns Pet Foods who have sponsored me.
I also received some more fan mail this morning with a very nice card from the lovely folks at Helens Trust wishing me good luck.
Helens Trust do an absolutely fabulous job in the area, providing support to people and their families who have terminal illness, and who want to stay in their own homes. If you would like to support them, all the details and links are on the right hand side of the blog.
There are clearly Red Indians in Bakewell. Anyway, mum went down this morning and came back scalped.
Apparently there was mayhem at the hairdresser's with staff and clientele fascinated at the prospect of our adventure and more particularly the state of mum's coiffure after 3 months without their tender ministrations. One 'young' man was convinced that the impact of 3 months walking 1100 miles would have such a severe impact on mum's hormones that as well as being able to stand on her hair, she will have grown a beard!!
My new coat arrived today, as you can see, it's high vis, waterproof and warm. Thank you to the very nice people at Burns Pet Foods who have sponsored me.
I also received some more fan mail this morning with a very nice card from the lovely folks at Helens Trust wishing me good luck.
Helens Trust do an absolutely fabulous job in the area, providing support to people and their families who have terminal illness, and who want to stay in their own homes. If you would like to support them, all the details and links are on the right hand side of the blog.
Sunday 2 March 2014
Bottled up
When your mum starts fantasizing about small, plastic bottles, you know you've got problems!
In order to keep weight down as much as possible, Mum had worked out that she needed 5 small plastic bottles for each week of the walk - 5 x 13 = 65 - shampoo, conditioner, radox (very important), all-purpose soap, moisturiser, and mouthwash.
Since they started planning 2 years ago, every time they went to a nice hotel, she defied the niceties of life and brought the bottles from the bathroom, home.
But where was she going to get the other 63?
The most economic buy in the principality of Bakewell, was £1.65 each!
You cannot imagine the euphoria when she found she could buy 20 x 60ml (perfect size) bottles for under a tenner. And as for the day they arrived...well words fail me.
Then she started filling them. Boots had to send for fresh supplies.
The observant ones amongst you, will have noticed that, even though she spent 40 years in banking, she still can't add up. Actually she needed 6 bottles every week, and needed 78 (ie 76). It was one thing compromising on 3 bottles of Radox, for after all, the incidence of a bath is not likely to be often, but not 16, that's asking too much. So... Back on the net for another pack... Disaster... Out of stock.
Do we save the empty bottles and carry them round with us (they're not going in MY rucksack, they're put enough in that already).
Essentially, it's do without, pay a fortune for more bottles, or hope that one of you has some inspiration................?!
Please keep spreading the word
M
xx
In order to keep weight down as much as possible, Mum had worked out that she needed 5 small plastic bottles for each week of the walk - 5 x 13 = 65 - shampoo, conditioner, radox (very important), all-purpose soap, moisturiser, and mouthwash.
Since they started planning 2 years ago, every time they went to a nice hotel, she defied the niceties of life and brought the bottles from the bathroom, home.
But where was she going to get the other 63?
The most economic buy in the principality of Bakewell, was £1.65 each!
You cannot imagine the euphoria when she found she could buy 20 x 60ml (perfect size) bottles for under a tenner. And as for the day they arrived...well words fail me.
Then she started filling them. Boots had to send for fresh supplies.
The observant ones amongst you, will have noticed that, even though she spent 40 years in banking, she still can't add up. Actually she needed 6 bottles every week, and needed 78 (ie 76). It was one thing compromising on 3 bottles of Radox, for after all, the incidence of a bath is not likely to be often, but not 16, that's asking too much. So... Back on the net for another pack... Disaster... Out of stock.
Do we save the empty bottles and carry them round with us (they're not going in MY rucksack, they're put enough in that already).
Essentially, it's do without, pay a fortune for more bottles, or hope that one of you has some inspiration................?!
Please keep spreading the word
M
xx
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