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| A soggy beginning |
Saturday morning we took the train out to Salisbury, the beginning point of our weekend walk. Despite the on and off rain, we had an excellent day - walking along country roads, across muddy fields and through tiny villages - always looking out for the path symbol on signposts and occasionally getting lost.
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| Close enough |
After 5 hours of walking, we stopped in a tiny village, more of a bend in the road really. There was a post office/store, a church and two pubs, along with a scattering of houses and our B&B.
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| Not made of candy; I checked. |
--Interesting side note: behind the church and our B&B was a Dovecote, which is a cylindrical old building from the 1400s where they housed hundreds of pigeon nests (like paradise, eh Doug?). They'd harvest 1.5 TONS of baby pigeon a year to feed the village with pigeon pie. mmm...flying rat--
The next day we got some sun and ambled along ridges with beautiful views, stopping to picnic on a hilltop, before descending into Winchester (and getting a bit lost along the way).
The next day we got some sun and ambled along ridges with beautiful views, stopping to picnic on a hilltop, before descending into Winchester (and getting a bit lost along the way).
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Yeah, nothing says delicious like disease-infested rats-with-wings baked into a pie. No wonder the plague killed millions. "Dennis! there's some lovely filth over here!"
-Doug
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