The day is not yet over but it’s break time - time to organize the gear for tomorrow, time for Kate’s last-minute seamstress alterations on our gaiters/waterproof shoe covers, and time to load the snack packs full of almonds, Satsuma squares, dried mango and ginger chocolate. We have had the most wonderful morning exploring Market Street and High Street, soaking up the history that one can find only in a Medieval village. We bounce from century to century - dinner in a pub from the 1700’s, coffee this morning in a shop with stone, post and beam from the 1500’s. The church of St. James gazes benevolently down on this sweet, cobblestoned village and affords endless photo ops. As we walked respectfully through the graveyard that surrounded the church the tower bells pealed, sending shivers of delight down our spines. Despite the photograph below, the bell ringer was not Kate - but not for lack of impulse.
This magical corner of England is exactly as I had hoped it would be, redolent in evocative history, brimming with small town friendliness and surprises at every doorstep, including these sensational door knockers:
Tomorrow we will begin our first day of the walk and a long climb to Stanton, where there are, apparently, absolutely no stores whatsoever and only one pub. But we’re okay with that. We’re intrepid, we have our hiking malas on. Cheerio for today, mates!
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