Our last walk before the big one. I am beginning to believe I could walk this path with my eyes closed, but I’d probably twist an ankle trying it. We need to find an alternative default walk and leave Mabie fallow for a few months perhaps.
There was obviously a cycle competition of some sort but the bikes did ride past us a little faster than was safe given that there were dogs about (and walkers do sometimes not look where they are going). If we were walking on a cycle path we would stand off it for bikes; could they not slow a little when passing walkers on a walking path? I can feel myself metamorphosing into an old fart. When I start writing letters to the Standard I’ll know the change is complete.
And the final humiliation of not being able to get into the Shed for coffee was converted into a victory by detouring to the (award winning) Tea Room in New Abbey.
7.2 miles 2 hours
I’m looking forward to next week’s walk and have sliced it into bitesized chunks for psychological consumption. My only remaining decision is wether to take the poles. Is carrying them all that way worth it for the uphill and downhill sections where I would use them?
