Observant followers may have noticed from the last few posts that The Hat has been retired - that was not an easy decision, but it had been washed and saturated so many times it had shrunk and no longer fits my head. The replacement was bought in Settle last year when I had left my old friend behind the night before (later returned to me).
Good varied walking through small villages and country paths today, but quite a lot of Tarmac. I can see me referring to the black stuff frequently, but it has mostly been on very quiet country lanes - grass growing in the middle - but this is is something I have no objection to. I know others do. Levées (here I go again RR) were also a feature but nearly all footpaths have been serviced and walking was pleasant except for traversing a couple of pathless ploughed fields, fortunately not soggy. Terrain is now undulating.
I was resigned to camping at Folkingham and had asked several people about the pub and been assured that it was seven days a week for meals. I walked up there from the campsite and "no meals on Monday". I am not carrying cooking equipment. The village shop produced a most excellent slice of chicken and ham pie from the local butcher - hunks of succulent chicken and ham and stout crumbly pastry, the anti climax being a pack of Penguins. All this eaten in the tourist info. room at the campsite in somewhat depressing isolation. Well I knew this may happen and it's all part of the adventure.
Departing Browntoft guest house
No wheelie bins with this council
One of many churches. There was one place from where you could see six
At last, somewhere to sit - n.b. Blue sit mat on corner stone
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