11th April 2018
Weather: Light rain until 10.30 ish. Cloudy then sunshine breaking through 11.30. Mist on the higher ground ie: as I approached Challacombe which blotted the sunshine.
Finally a move inland, away from coastal walking until I reach Bristol. Today quite a bit of road walking with views of valleys & trees
My host, Brian, at the rather excellent Old Vicarage B&B warned of the muddy lanes along my intended route North & Raleigh. So I headed out South via cycling route 3 threading between houses, through Tesco’s car park. This the (formerly) gaily painted road underpass nearby
Soon route 3 moved away from the main road
to alongside a stream (looking quite full) lined with wild garlic.
Then a bit of road and byway to Goodleigh/ Coombe Cross with views of hills and woods.
An unnerving walk along a fast road from Chelfham to Loxhore Cross, and once again on a track, not that muddy, overlooking a valley with mist on distant hills.
After a lunch stop on the edge of Hill Wood I was ready to set off when another walker came along (carrying a rolled-up white umbrella dangling from her rucksack). Walking quickly for Sally Glenn to catch a bus, we chatted for a good 30 minutes until Bratton Fleming.
After a photo stop at the church,
I stopped at the local store for tea & cake.
Another bit of fast road to endure before a quieter lane. Sally’s promised good views of rolling hills were a little obscured by mist.
I stepped onto the bridleway with, unfounded, concern about excessive mud. Just the usual!
The “Medieval Village (site of)” consisted of some banks of earth, but a lovely view above a valley despite the mist.
A final clamber across a muddy field,
closely observed by a bull,
I strolled into Challacombe looking for the campsite.
The pub barman and a ‘campsite’ neighbour, declaring that, despite the notices, it was never used.
A chat with a man shovelling mud from his drive- the mud an obvious intro. His project is to renovate a house & grounds.
Back to the pub with a request to pitch my tent in the beer garden, which was, thankfully, given.
I hadn’t put the tent up for 2 months, so it took a bit of working out.
On writing up blog, I find there’s another following behind me and blogging. (Staying at Old Vicarage tonight)