We had thunder storms all night and awoke to grey skies. Richard and Kim, owners of The Swan were very sympathetic and kind hosts who seem to understand hikers and their needs. In the morning Richard took us to the trailhead so we wouldn’t need to cross the wet fields and shorten our walking about a mile. As we got there, John and Ken walked up and we stroll along together for several miles. It started to rain and we all donned our rain gear, which made carrying the weight worth while.
We walked with them until we reached the approximate half way mark—Overton Hill to Ivinghoe Beacon. It felt good knowing that I had only 44 miles to go, and the end seemed doable, even with my hobbling.
John and Ken were faster walkers and they resumed their normal pace.
We entered Streatley and crossed the Thames in Goring-on-Thames, the river is not very wide at this point. A party boat was moored near a restaurant and yachts and more modest boats were in the marina.
We went in search of the ATM indicated on our map. To our disappointment it was not functioning. In these remote areas on the Ridgeway, there are few opportunities to get cash out of the “holes-in-the-wall,” as the British call them.
After a quick snack, we walked in pastures along the Thames. They were sopping with the night’s rains and full of cow plops so we had to tread cautiously. In spite of this, it was scenic with swans and geese swimming in the water. On the other side there were houseboats, large homes, and recreation areas. I heard my first coo-coo bird and understand why it was chosen to mark time.
We passed through South Stoke and then the more affluent North Stoke. There we rested on a bench in the church yard before continuing on. Both of us have tired feet. We have been walking long distances and have not acquired our “hiker legs”. By the time we do, we will be on our way home.
At the intersection of the Swan Path and Ridgeway path, we called May’s Farm and B & B in Ewelme (a town that is no more than a spot on the map) for directions. The proprietor Sue was at a school reunion, so her husband gave us directions. “Not far. Take a path on the left, and then go through the field.” “Not far” turned out to be a couple of miles. Allistar is not a hiker and confused where we were.
The Ridgeway Path became a narrow single track barely wide enough for a bicycle. Since it was “not far” we took the wrong turn and went through another farmer’s field (luckily we weren’t shot for trespassing.)
We stopped to ask directions, but people were not aware of the B&B in Ewelme. At Oakley Court (the map listed Turner Court; the name changed about 10 years ago) Dennis called for better directions.
We were told to look across the field for the house with the rose bush. From where we were, we could barely see a house. It took us about twenty-five minutes to get through the soybean field—not far.
Our room was bright with windows opening to gorgeous views. After 18 miles, we welcomed the hot showers. Allistar took us to the King Williams Pub for supper. Since we had no reservations, we had to sit on picnic tables near a sheep pasture. It was idyllic, but cold. I waited in the alcove for our host to fetch us. Sleep came easily.
Applause for photos. I look at them and feel I am right there. Sympathy on Mr. “Not-Far.” Arrrggghhh. And you sound so calm about it! Is it that the … what? thousands of miles you have walked and biked on multiple continents has made you WAY more tolerant of bad directions?
Why don’t you write an essay on bad directions and suggest direction-giving be added to the school curriculum in language arts. Meigs G, Sarasota Florida
Meigs, Coming from me, an essay on giving directions is very funny. I am directionally challenged, to say the least. My kids used to say that I could get lost in the back yard. A funnier essay would be one from Dennis about my trying to read a map or follow directions.
Quite a hike! Phew, I’m sure you slept like a log after that day.
I can’t imagine walking 18 miles. I’d still be walking if it had been me. Glad you finally found your B&B. We’ve been having thunderstorms about every other day here also, but it’s not been cold. Hot and muggy with large hail damaging winds and tornadoes. It hasn’t been a very pleasant spring in Iowa or Nebraska, but they are predicting a much more normal shift in the weather.
Donna Jean, I can’t imagine the horrors of a tornado. Hope the weather improves for you very quickly.
Hi Jane, I am sorry we did not get a chance to say a proper goodbye when John and I separated from you and Dennis in Goring. I am pleased that you finished the walk ok and are safely home. It was a pleasure to walk with you for a while.
I hope you do not mind me passing on these words from Albert Camus that I believe articulate comradeship very well.
‘Don’t walk behind me; I may not lead. Don’t walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.’
Best wishes,
Ken x
Ken,
I believe the quote well expresses my feelings about hiking (and life in general). You and John were the only thru-hikers who walked with us for a spell. We did meet two others going in the opposite direction, both in a hurry.
I hope you both completed the Ridgeway without incident.
What will you tackle next?
Hi Jane, I am sorry we did not get a chance to say a proper goodbye when John and I separated from you and Dennis in Goring. I am pleased that you finished the walk ok and are safely home. It was a pleasure to walk with you for a while.
I hope you do not mind me passing on these words from Albert Camus that I believe articulate comradeship very well.
‘Don’t walk behind me; I may not lead. Don’t walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.’
Best wishes,
Ken x