Today, I decided to take a walk around the area where my brother lives – near
Guildford. I started off on a public footpath just 20
yards from his front door. After 100 yards of paved pathway, it turns right and
becomes a gravelly path behind the bottom of his garden. Another 100 yards and
it becomes a narrow muddy and brambly path, which can be avoided by walking
through an adjacent field, but it was also quite wet from the rain over the
I decided to change my plans – which would have taken me on more muddy footpaths and had me back at the house after less than two miles. Instead, I opted to stick to the paved footpaths along the main roads that loop around the area.
That route enabled me to check out a local pub – The Cricketers, on
It had just what I needed for tomorrow; WiFi, a good looking lunch menu and a
I plan to walk there tomorrow and, God willing, post this and the bucket-blogs of the past 2 days. My brother doesn’t have WiFi and there seems to be a problem with his system precluding me downloading my photos to the blog. Crossed-fingers (not good for typing, of course) will be the order of the day.
A little further on, I cut back sharp right towards
, an unimposing
collection of houses that contained a Post Office; just what I needed! I had
promised to mail an adapter plug to Iain, in Llanelli. He had graciously loaned
me one when I was there – almost three weeks ago. My - how time flies when you
are carrying a bucket. I no longer had need of the borrowed plug because Barry
had given me one when I stayed with him in Wood Street
Village Swansea. The borrowed plug is now on its way
back to Wales.
Before the Post Office was another pub – the Hare and Hounds, but it appears
that it may have morphed into a ‘curry shop’ – an Indian Restaurant.
Not far from where
Street makes a sharp turn northwards, where it
becomes called Frog Grove Lane,
is a nice, but disconcerting place – a frog pond.
Nobody should ever use such a word in the presence of someone on a ‘Bucket-List Trip’, but that bend in the road is called ‘Croaker’s Corner’!
I trudged on, munching a bar of Cadbury’s Fruit and Nut to give me energy for what was becoming a grueling walk – and it was only about half through at this time – and no shortcut to take – except across muddy fields and trails. I had to admire the workmanship the owner had undertaken to bend and weave (pleatching) living beech tree branches to form a most unusual fence in front of his house. He also arranged the thin 3-foot long cuttings in patterns on his lawn.
A right turn brought me back to
Aldershot Road and another half-mile or
more of sidewalks to pound before entering my brother’s housing estate - that’s
UK-speak for ‘subdivision’. For some dumb-ass reason, when I was within a 1,000
yards of his house, I decided to wander along a public footpath that I knew
would end up right behind his back garden. The problem soon became apparent,
that I had made a poor choice. That route turned out to become progressively
wetter – and a little muddy; plus it was more circuitous, such that I landed at
his house with aching feet, that were now wet too! I had completed a walk of
more than 4 miles, but I didn’t compute that until after I had popped than beer
and taken an equally welcomed bath.