The BBC had been threatening us with rain yesterday, but
today they’d decided to relent a bit, and turned it off around 8am, just as we
were having breakfast.
homemade flapjack, and we headed into Stamford.
estate is that of Burghley House, a huge Elizabethan mansion, and I am Puss in
Boots. I wish.
Stamford and he liked looking around the expensive antique shops in Oakham. He
likes posh hotels and expensive country pubs but they make me uncomfortable, a
bit stifled. I don’t really know why, perhaps I don’t want to damage things.
But actually, I don’t feel like I belong, like I’m trespassing. I don’t feel
After a couple of hours we reached Sacrewell Farm shop where we stopped for coffee
and learned that Jeremy Corbyn was the new labour leader. I thought about that day three months ago when Poppy and I were walking through the
Yorkshire Wolds having just learned that the tories had got in.
River Nene, which was to be our companion for the rest of day.
on to Wansford Station on the Nene Valley Railway.
This weekend was a Steam Gala, and the engines
were running regularly along the tracks, tooting into the air. A few times
today we had to cross the railway line, and each time we found an old man in a hat
with a timetable and camera, looking excitedly into the distance.
elderly couples having train rides.
Johnny found four big elm trees (smooth-leaved in case you were wondering) and was delighted (I’ve just had to add this in as I’d forgotten and he was upset that I’d missed them out. His photo).
had a drink at the visitors centre. We’d done 14 miles and it was telling on
us. We weren’t sure if we were up it.
river and steam trains, right into the heart of Peterborough without for one
minute feeling like we weren’t in the countryside.
were loads of people.
or get a taxi.
thing. Two were fine.
By two and a half
it seemed like it would never end. Our destination came into sight. A white pub
called Dog in a Doublet. It looked quite near. Half a mile later it looked the
same. We tried walking without looking up for what seemed like a long time,
then looking up hoping it would be nearer – but it never was.
walking. Now. But the Dog in the Doubet was still far away.
…and finally the pub where
they thought we were completely mad. I had a shower then a very expensive
steak. I had never felt so tired.