I had no idea of this plan until I rose, late, then in the space found this an obvious choice. Walpole Blyth. On known and unknown paths and past known and unknown peoples homes.
Started in the Quiet Lane, passed a house I would have once yearned to live in – now far too much upkeep. Unusual holly hedge. Cut down beside the water treatment plant across a footpath never been on before, ending up behind Philip and Catherine’s home. And a major road, challenging with dogs on leads – we trespassed and walked beside the opposite field sown up to the edge with beat. What a prairie, the fields around Bill and Deborah. Sandy soil, sown to edges, not a tree or hedge to be seen for miles.
In the quiet backlane found an oak full of oak galls – wonderful to see, such perfect rounds with little exits.
Crossing fields came across barns converted to workshop units, Two Magpies, and others have units here and lo, I see the Air Sourced Heat Pump man drive up. We connect, he’s had a frantic time, his son unwell. ‘Its tough for the young’, he said, and I didn’t follow through on this.
The owner of the Suffolk Farm house kindly gave permission for me to pass her front door to continue up the road called ‘The Clink’.
Down into Walpole, a meander by the bridge, (Are you a Communist? poster on the telegraph pole) under which the recent flood of the Blyth river debris evident.
Here we turned – Walpole to Heveningham will be another day. Passed a grand old oak, sheep tantalising Brow. Back for a short while on the main road, across the Blyth, then return on the quiet road where we began. Road walking means I can stretch out. Another 2 hours modest walk of 10 k. Minimum to what I used to do.
Some left right training sometimes worked. Brow far too far in advance
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