Despite some inclement weather today (light rain for most of the late afternoon), I’ve managed to get the second new top frame up and connected to the grapevine arches. There are still a couple of small things to do for it to be totally finalised, but the important parts are now complete. The remainder will have to wait for better weather. Hopefully this will mean that I don’t need to work on this part of the garden for a number of years.
It’s always nice to be followed and I’m grateful for the people who follow me on this and find some of what I say either interesting or entertaining. On today’s long walk I collected some extra followers, though I suspect they won’t be logging on to follow the blog. They were at the end of the field I was walking through and I took a looping route to avoid walking through the middle of them. On going past one decided to start following me (possibly it had picked up on the chocolate bar in my rucksack), but that quickly became the whole group. The style wasn’t far away and I’ve been followed by cows in the past (even nudged by them trying to access my rucksack, again I suspect for the food in there) and know that generally they won’t cause trouble. Once I was over the style they stood there and complained a little at not being fed. I however would be within about an hour of having acquired my new fan club.
With some extra days off of work around the Easter break I took advantage and did some extra walking to help keep on track with the 1000 miles in a year challenge. I was also interested to see how busy the South Downs Way would be on what would be a work day for most rather than a weekend. On the route I had planned I came across this unexpected memorial in tribute to those who died during World War II in an airplane accident. While this was on a listed bridleway, its not on a national trail so won’t receive as many visitors as others. It’s beautifully kept and if anyone wants to know how to reach it, I’m happy to give directions on how to find it.
With all the walking I’ve been doing I’ve been looking at getting new walking shoes. My walking boots I’m happy with. However my walking shoes have seen considerably more use and while still in one piece are really in need of updating. I’ll probably still use them of other stuff, but long walks would have been a challenge. So I’ve made a purchase and in the expectation (hope) of nice conditions under foot later in the year, bought the above pair of walking shoes. Hopefully they will last longer than the bag they came in which fell apart within 30 minutes, but then that was considerably cheaper!
As part of the 1000miles in the year walking target I have set myself, and the desire to walk the South Downs Way as part of that, I have seen plenty of footpath and bridleway markers. Most of them all look the same with the acorn in the arrow pointing the direction to go. Normally below these will be the signage as to what type of transport is allowed on that path, from just walking, to cycles and horses through to a horse and cart (though I’m yet to see one of those). This new signpost was different through, with the symbols indicated this carved into the wood. I liked it and feel it has more character. I hope that it is something that will be repeated when current signposts need to be replaced.
I don’t expect many surprises when I do my lunchtime walk to the local pond. I suspect there may be a couple of photos to come of it, but I can’t think of many more. Today’s walk did bring a surprise though with someone doing a painting of the pond. It was wonderful to see and it’s been quite a while since I have seen someone out doing a painting of somewhere that isn’t at a celebrated tourist attraction, let alone a less well known location.
Having had a weekend off walking last week, I was back on the footpaths and bridleways today. It was odd weather as I started the walk with everything green and finished the walk with everything white. Part way through the walk, on a very much lesser trodden path, I looked back and saw the above. They are my own, obviously, but it reminded me of the ‘Footprints’ story of the person asking God why during their times of trouble there were only one set of prints.