Many remarkable people found their identities on rivers: Cleopatra on the Nile; Lewis and Clark on the Missouri; Mark Twain on the Mississippi; Jeff Bezos on the Amazon. This is the story of my 600+ mile walk along the waterways of southern England in the summer of 2014, and the remarkable people I met along the way. It is best read in chronological order, so I recommend starting with the earliest posting in the Blog Archive list in the right margin.
Walk completed August 16, 2014
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
July 1,2014 -- Day 16, Inkpen to St. Mary Bourne, 12 miles
walk out of Inkpen ascends Inkpen Hill to join the start of the Test Way, a
route that has sufficient waymarks to lull one into complacency. I was lulled
several times, once into a wrong turn that cost 40 minutes of time and lost
about 150 feet of elevation that needed to be regained. But all in all it was a
beautiful walking day, with the trail passing through meadows and pastures, through fields of blue-flowering flax,
over hills and into dark and spooky woods.
View from Inkpen Hill
Barn near Linkenholt
House in Linkenholt
Field of flax
passing through a couple of very quiet towns, I saw nobody the entire day –
unless you count horses, cows, sheep and pigs. The horses seemed particularly
interested in me, but I’m not surprised.
St. Mary Bourne, I met Colin and Jon, who were re-thatching a home. Jon explained
that the sheives of thatch (I think that was the word he used) are layered on
the roof like tiles, and held in place by a clothespin shaped reed. A thatch roof
lasts about 25 years. Jon’s and Colin’s roof thatching business has been in the
family since 1889.