Day 14 – The Bride Bomb – Avington to Medstead

Walks and Talks with Daukes We walked from Avington to Medstead and we were joined by Clendon and Camilla Daukes. It’s always a joy to have them with us if only because we make each other laugh until we cry. Clendon is a force of nature, a man of boundless energy and goodwill who can’t...
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Day 13 – Shifting Sands – Hursley – Avington

The Grand Old Duke We walked like the troops of the Grand Old Duke of York, up and down the hills from Hursley to Avington through the middle of Winchester. We met a kind lady called Ruth in the cathedral refrectory who kinldy made a donation to Zane. The sadness for Jane and me is...
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Day 12 – Je Suis Confused – Testwood to Hursley

Feeling Hot Hot Hot Yesterday was said to be the hottest day this year and today was apparently forecast to be thundery, in fact it was even hotter than yesterday so the forecasters clearly double as election pollsters!  But how kind of the health authorities to warn us about high temperatures and the effect they...
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Day 10 – Exodus – Freshwater Bay to Brockenhurst

Euro Visions We walk from Freshwater Bay to Yarmouth keeping the sea to our left. The path leads through several miles of dappled tunnel lined with trees crouching to attention and nodding in the breeze to greet us like a parade of elderly veterans. On the outskirts of the port we meet a group of...
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Day 9 – Clumber – Chale to Freshwater Bay

One of the most majestic sea fronts in the world and it’s deserted; miles of tortuous and heathery track with occasional isolated clusters of caravans. Then we walk through the most serious competition to the good old C of E and its Sunday services:  a full scale car boot sale where the burghers of Shanklin...
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Day 8 – A Tail of Three Dogs – Shanklin – Chale

Italian Dreams We talked to two delightful Italian girls, Carlotta and Julia, both formidably bright. One was studying for her PHD in economics in Germany, the other working for Unilever in London. They were both adamant that Italy’s future lies in the Eurozone and they regaded the idea that Italy might revert to the Lira...
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Day 7 – Filling the Void – Fishbourne – Shanklin

Hello Constable We travelled from Fishbourne to Shanklin, about twelve miles. Constable country with the old world feeling about the place as if Dad’s Army might potter into sight at any time. The last three miles were traversed the sea shore. We spend the night in a couple of Victorian cottages sited in a large...
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Day 6 – Royals and Rackets – Day Off

Win/ win A successful businessman and ZANE donor told me that he made his money by stealing from the rich and selling to the blind!  You have been warned! Wilde Speculation When Oscar Wilde was asked if he believed other planets harboured life, he said that he did, “Why?” they asked. “Because we are their insane...
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Day 5 – Reality Bites – Havant to Fishbourne

Lame Excuse I sat and stared dismally at my red and rather swollen left foot. “I don’t think I can walk today dear,” I said to Jane. She strode over to take a look then she grabbed it and gave it a squeeze. I yelped. Jane stared at me with narrowed eyes, then she gave...
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Day 4 – Scrooge – Chichester to Havant

My Left Foot I am in Chichester A&E with a swollen rather painful left foot. The local doctor suggested I should have it X-rayed to ensure nothing is broken. After the X-ray – and what an efficient hospital it is – I walked, or rather shuffled, down a corridor barefoot carrying my socks and shoes....
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Day 3 – The Selfish Gene – Arundel to Chichester

My Pain, Her Gain Miles walked through a weather forecaster’s nightmare. Each time we put on our waterproofs the sun blazed down and then more or less instantly starts a Noah scale downpour. Eight miles in I told Jane that I was stiff all over like an ancient cart horse just taken from the summer’s...
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