Total: 98+m / Daily: ~18 / Sunny / Exploding hedges
The exploding hedges reference above is due to the fact that little birds (pheasants, grouse etc.) like to hide in the hedge row and then panic when humans get close. Their panic leads to an explosion of feathers and flapping as the bird narrowly misses my head. I imagine they must have quite springy legs to jump up and then fly? I don't know.
I met a young couple in Buck's Mill and the man asked if I was fundraising. I've now collected my first donation whilst walking and he shared the story of his father who was affected by Prostate Cancer. I listened carefully as he explained what had happened, I like to think I was helping him in some way by listening and after we parted ways he shook my hand and wished my Dad all the best. Walking away, I found myself overcome by emotion, I can't really explain it, but we really had shared a moment together whilst chatting. I wish I had his email address so I could share this blog or even his name, my mistake for not asking. I think when I get some time at a computer I will create a few information cards, business card sized things with a link to this blog and perhaps the charity website or my JustGiving page - there have been a few occasions they would have been useful now.
Sun break and lunch of scampi and chips finished, I set off from Clovelly's New Inn Bar, taking a photo on the way out of the narrow streets and overhanging verandahs which characterise 'England's most picturesque town' according to my guide.
A slow afternoon/evening brought me through many fields of rolling cliff edged fields to a bench and lookout where I could see Hartland radar tower, my finsihing mark for tomorrow. In the previous field I was happily approaching the cows on the path, safe in the knowledge that they always retreat, until I realised that it was a bull. Oh. "Nice bull.. There's a good bull" I chose to leave the path temporarily.
The exploding hedges reference above is due to the fact that little birds (pheasants, grouse etc.) like to hide in the hedge row and then panic when humans get close. Their panic leads to an explosion of feathers and flapping as the bird narrowly misses my head. I imagine they must have quite springy legs to jump up and then fly? I don't know.
I met a young couple in Buck's Mill and the man asked if I was fundraising. I've now collected my first donation whilst walking and he shared the story of his father who was affected by Prostate Cancer. I listened carefully as he explained what had happened, I like to think I was helping him in some way by listening and after we parted ways he shook my hand and wished my Dad all the best. Walking away, I found myself overcome by emotion, I can't really explain it, but we really had shared a moment together whilst chatting. I wish I had his email address so I could share this blog or even his name, my mistake for not asking. I think when I get some time at a computer I will create a few information cards, business card sized things with a link to this blog and perhaps the charity website or my JustGiving page - there have been a few occasions they would have been useful now.
Sun break and lunch of scampi and chips finished, I set off from Clovelly's New Inn Bar, taking a photo on the way out of the narrow streets and overhanging verandahs which characterise 'England's most picturesque town' according to my guide.
A slow afternoon/evening brought me through many fields of rolling cliff edged fields to a bench and lookout where I could see Hartland radar tower, my finsihing mark for tomorrow. In the previous field I was happily approaching the cows on the path, safe in the knowledge that they always retreat, until I realised that it was a bull. Oh. "Nice bull.. There's a good bull" I chose to leave the path temporarily.
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