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
Sunday, July 6, 2014
July 6, 2014 -- Day 21, Warnford to Clanfield (Horndean), 13 miles
cool, partly cloudy Sunday proved to be perfect for walking through the English
countryside. East of Winchester the South Downs are characterized by rolling
hills, and the South Downs Way crests on several high hills providing
wonderfully panoramic view. Fields of bright green grass filled with cattle or
sheep alternate with freshly mowed fields of yellowish brown. The fields are
bordered by dark green hedgerows or trees, providing the patchwork quilt
appearance I’ve come to recognize.
the Way dips from a hill’s crest, it enters woodlands for a short time, often emerging
at the base of another hill. On a hot day, the undulating terrain might be
unwelcome, but with today’s cloud cover the walk was more scenic than
I saw only cyclists as I walked along a country lane from my hotel before
joining the Way. Upon reaching the Way, I met several walkers, but no horses or
ponies. Lesley and David are from Kent, and live only a short distance from
where I’ll be early next month.
Lesley and David
the footpath crossed a minor country lane, I met three marshals directing
traffic and runners for the Meon Valley Plod, a 21-mile cross country foot race
being held today. Shortly thereafter, I met the objects of their attention, as
perhaps 60 runners passed by during the next half-hour or so. As each runner
approached, I stepped off the trail, and the runners invariable gasped a “Thank
you” as they passed, except for the really tired ones who wanted “Chairs.”
Steve, Erica and Mike
Runners on footpath
the highest ridge I could see the Isle of Wight to the south, making me realize
how close I am to the coastline. I’ll probably be seeing the coast often the next
week until I reach it at Eastbourne.