My End to End walk: Leg 10: Days 37 to 41: Codsall to Monyash; April 10 to 14, 2018, 80.5 miles (130 km). Total walked so far: 560 miles (901 km)
So far: Cornwall, Devon, Somerset, Gloucestershire, Worcestershire, Shropshire, Staffordshire, and Devonshire…
A few glimpses of “the way” on some very wet English days, but beautiful tracks always..
Roman road below, Union canal above.
Shropshire Union Canal, so enchanting.
Where’s the trail? Under water! Another case of wading through water in my bare toes. Felt good actually.
Really? Yes I did it! Am forgetting what it’s like to walk on dry land..
water, mud; mud and water…
Happy to have lovely Charlotte, the fastest walker I’ve ever walked with, join me in Penkridge for a few days. Great company, a totally trooper in these dire conditions and fun to be with, thanks for the companionship Charlotte!
During our three days together, we never saw so much as a glimpse of blue sky..
15th century Essex Bridge at Great Haywood is now the longest remaining packhorse bridge in England with fourteen of its original forty round span arches left, and has been described as “perhaps the least altered old bridge in the county”.
Trent and Mersey Canal, I love canal walking
Nothing has changed since Constable here.
red field in Colton
Taking the high road in Abbots Bromley away from the mud down there..
Somebody has had a bad day.
As Australia burns in fires, England is sinking in water. The only good thing about these flooded fields is that much cattle and bulls were not out yet, they would sink and get stuck.
Guns were shooting like mad here at this shooting club, but also here lives a very happy turkey, my new friend
Alstonfield, the end of the walk for Charlotte
Peter and his youth hostel was the best! My own room and en-suite bathroom for £17.
Hard to beat that.
Dear Garth and Charlotte: thanks for a real fancy gourmet dinner at the George pub! A welcome change from my usual walking grub. 🙂 And thanks for driving up here Garth to meet up with your wife! 😉
A good breakfast spot
River Dove, Wolfescote Dale
North of Harpington
Monyash is a village of frogs where the busses say the run but they don’t, but the word travels fast about the stranded walker waiting two hours at a bus stop that does not hold it’s promise of one bus a day. One man would have liked to drive me to the train station, but he said he’s had a few pints too many..
Had to hitch a ride to Chesterfield, it didn’t take long for Helen and Keith to pick me up, thanks guys for driving me to Chesterfield, it’s famous crooked steeple and my train home..
As always, thanks for looking at my blog, it makes me feel a little more surrounded on my long walk xoxo