Out of the nine and a half miles we walked, eight can be consigned to the bin. There were sterile paths through wheat fields. Gorse, thistle, nettles, and blackberry vines tugging at us from either side of the narrow, overgrown paths. Plus, we had to contend with highways of death, dodging dodgy Dodges and the like. Bleah.
When we got to Pennsylvania, it was too early to check in, so we walked through more wheat fields and highways of death to get to the tea place. I almost opened the gate to the pigpen instead of the farmyard, where the tea place (and our dinner place) is set. It was a monster pig.
The good news is that our host will drive us to the farm for dinner, and the server will drive us back. I don't think I could face another wheat field.
This was the only funny thing we saw on the walk.
Okay, maybe there were two funny things. These were the remnants of a stile.
I even resorted to taking pastoral images of sheep.
Crossing the big highway of death via a smaller highway of death. Many more highways of death followed. We were either on them or running across them. Yaaaaa, I said as I ran across the road.
This image is enhanced because I wanted you to see the extreme terracing. We hadn't seen anything like it.
This will be our new home. Please come and visit. We have plenty of room. (Actually it's Dryham Manor, where "Remains of the Day" was shot.)
And this is a bench in my new garden.
I loved this little triangle of green space. A bench for no reason.
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