Tickenham Friday 08 May 2015
Start: Cheddar
Finish: Tickenham
Miles walked today: 15
Total miles: 238
You didn't sing loud enough, did you?
I'm sitting on the bed at the Star Inn feeling quite content. I've eaten, and carried out Ke - Anon's instruction to have a pint of Proper Job. Jim is on the train as I type, speeding west. The Archers has just finished, and my feet are feeling not too bad tonight.
I slept reasonably well at the youth hostel, and after a coffee and croissant I was walking. Rain was forecast, although it never amounted to much. I climbed up for a mile or so north of Cheddar, then a flat and slightly bleak landscape, and then down again ending up at the village of Wrington. A friendly post woman directed me to the Little Red Beetle cafe, where there were lots of ladies enjoying a morning coffee.
Immediately after the village, on a quiet path, I heard thunder. No, it must be an airforce jet. Then, very low, a Ryan Air airbus floated overhead, en route, presumably, to Bristol Airport. Wrington Warren lived up to its name. A glorious patch of woodland, with some towering cliffs, which eluded my efforts at navigation. I eventually emerged, west of my planned path. There were lots of grassy seed heads (picture below) with haloes of tiny flowers. I've always liked these, not sure why. They seem to sum up, for me, everything about a spring meadow.
Onward over the North Somerset Levels, skirt round Nailsea, and eventually arrive at the Star Inn, where Jim had managed to book a room this morning. Sarah was very kind and welcoming, and we had a long chat about her father, who had been looked after by the local hospice. If you read this Sarah, thanks for taking the time to talk.
