remember stumbling across one ploughed field that had dried rock hard
in all awkward shapes and the sun bearing down on me, an empty water
bottle; for that short time I was Frodo Baggins crossing the wastes of
Mordor on a quest in which failure was not an option! Then I reached
the road and knocked at someones house for water spoiling my reverie
but happy to take on some cool liquid. I was walking until 8pm to make
a campsite about 4 miles north west of Coventry, again somewhere in
the region of 26 miles. Having checked in and pitched up I walked the
half a mile to the local pub for a burger and chips feast and then
walked another mile from there to find a cash point and shop. Both my
food and money had run out which is not a good situation when you
haven't any transport! I finally arrived back at the campsite at
eleven and collapsed in the tent. Too hot to get in the sleeping bag I
lay there restlessly.
This morning I was awake before five and set about making the most of
the cool morning. By midday I'd put in 14 miles and decided to stop at
kingsbury water park campsite and relax for the afternoon. Today's
only drama was my biro leaking in my trouser pocket so that the
trousers ended up joining me in the shower! I saw a weasel and a hare
this morning, both quite brazenly hopping along the road, until the
saw me that is.
