In the summer of 2011, I walked from Land's End to John O'Groats (well, almost), enduring the worst weather Britain could throw at me. That journey is reported in "My 1200 Mile Summer." In the summer of 2012 I am facing an even greater challenge: I will drive the length of Britain, zooming down Britain's narrow hedgerow-lined lanes and navigating its infamous roundabouts -- with my wife sitting next to me! Follow along to see if we are still speaking to each other at the end of each day.
Adventure starts mid-July, 2012
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Wednesday, August 1, 2012 – Thorpe and Dovedale
The plate affixed to the hallway door outside our room reads “Fire Door.Keep Shut.”Presumably that doesn’t include times when people are passing through it.Perhaps an exception also applies when the door is propped open by a fire extinguisher.I don’t have a lot of experience with hotel fires, so I wasn’t sure if I should close the door.So I didn’t.
I also don’t have a lot of experience with being fired at, but I took this sign and the adjacent flag seriously.
Red Flag Warning
Any doubts I had about the flag were removed upon hearing gunfire from the top of the hill we had planned to climb.Going around the hill seemed like a better idea.So did going back to our room and hiding under the bed covers, but we soldiered on, circumnavigating the hill, with the sound of gunfire resonating around us.
The Hills are Alive with ...
These are the sorts of hills better suited for the sound of music than the sound of gunfire.
Janet Being Stile-ish
Leaving the gunfire behind, we entered the valley of the River Dove – or as known locally, Dovedale.A good trail follows the river for approximately 3 miles in a park-like setting.I walked the trail last year with Mick and Gayle, and knew Janet would enjoy it – especially if we didn’t get shot.
Log with coins
Along the trail we came across several logs into which literally hundreds of coins had been hammered.I wonder what motivates people to hammer coins into a log – but then I also wonder what motivates people to toss coins into a wishing well.Maybe the people who passed by the log were wishing they wouldn’t get shot, too.