Thursday 24 September 2009

OSGB GRID REF. ST231248. TAUNTON

ELIZA & WILL - THEIR OTHER TWO CHILDREN ARE HUMAN
FESTIVAL BANNER IN EAST HARPTREE
WELLS CATHEDRAL
THIS ONE WASN'T TAKING ANY BULL FROM ME
ST MICHAEL'S TOWER ON GLASTONBURY TOR
KATIE, DONNA, ROB, SUSAN, PAUL & ME IN TAUNTON
On Monday evening, just as I'd finished erecting my tent in the Wessex Water compound, I got chatting to a young lady who was passing with her dog. I must have a non-threatening, trustworthy look about me, because I ended up joining her in the walk back to the family home for a cup of tea. Eliza and her husband, Will, are a delightful couple who left London to find a better place to live and bring up children. As their happy household attests, they have succeeded admirably.

It was dark when I left so Eliza and Will lent me a torch to help me find my way back to the tent. I was able to bring it back next morning because I had accepted their invitation to return for a shower and some breakfast. I found myself wishing they lived closer to Southampton as I would love to have them as close friends, especially as we had a common interest in hill walking.

I continued my westward trek, roughly following the route of the Limestone Link, until I reached Hinton Blewett. Shortly after, I diverted south to join the Monarch's Way by passing through East Harptree. Ribbons were hanging all over the place as I entered the pretty village. They were having a festival. I needed batteries, so I called in at the community shop and quickly found myself the subject of considerable interest. The ladies in the shop were clearly pleased that I had chosen to pass through their village on my charity walk and I received significant donations from several of them. I left behind some cards and a poster before moving on.

My continuation south involved a steep climb as I was on the eastern end of the Mendip Hills. The eventual descent into Wookey Hole was equally steep. With such a name puns abound, but I will do my best to avoid falling into that trap as I will only have to dig myself out again.

It rained a little in the afternoon; the first rain I had seen in two and a half weeks. However, it was a gentle refreshing spray on a warm day, not the relentless downpours accompanied by an all-penetrating wet fog that I had to tolerate almost daily on the Pennines.

The kind lady running the camp site in Wookey Hole let me stay for free. Sadly the only restaurant in town, the Wookey Hole Inn, was prohibitively expensive, so I just ate what I had in my rucksack and walked into the tiny city of Wells next morning to have a substantial breakfast. Naturally, I could not possibly visit Wells without taking a look at the magnificent Cathedral.

Most inconveniently, it had showered in the morning so I had to carry a wet tent, but the rest of the day was generally dry.

My next destination was Glastonbury. As I approached from the north, the dominant feature on the skyline was Glastonbury Tor with St. Michael's Tower sitting like a candle on the top. Although it wasn't really on my route, I just had to climb it. The views from the top made the climb well worthwhile. As expected, Glastonbury itself had a hippy-ish feel about it and I enjoyed moseying around the town for a while before continuing west.

This part of Somerset was once sodden moorland and has a huge network of drainage ditches across it to make the land arable. Walking through the area was frustrating because on several occasions I found my way blocked by a ditch and had to retrace my steps to find another route. This lost me quite a bit of time, so I was pleased when I finally reached the village of Ashcott, where the owner of the Ashcott Inn let me camp in his adjacent paddock.

Next morning I joined a path with the rather long-winded name of 'Samaritans Way South West' which took me to Bridgewater. From there I followed the Bridgewater and Taunton Canal south into Taunton. The walk was pleasant but uneventful and the weather dry and sunny again.

Once I got to Taunton I had the usual problem of finding a suitable camping ground and a place to eat. I asked for advice from a local, Susan, and she invited me to pitch my tent in her garden. She and her husband, Paul, later took me out to a local venue to enjoy supper with their friends. It was a great way to celebrate the fact that I had now walked over 1,000 miles.