|Tree by Hazelhurst Lane, Sheffield|
|St John the Evangelist Church, Ridgeway|
On Thursday, Clint kindly whooshed me to the south-eastern fringes of the city. He parked himself near the old Lightwood aerodrome and then surgically I pulled my boots out of his rear end. I set off over the fields and through woods to the village of Ridgeway before returning in one of my habitual circles.
Then yesterday - Friday - I caught a train out to Lincolnshire - alighting in the village of Saxilby. It's situated about five miles west of the city of Lincoln in a flat agricultural landscape.
I had planned a walking route that would take me to Skellingthorpe, Doddington and Harby. And I marched over fields and wooden footbridges that crossed drains, through woods - only resting on a bench in Skellingthorpe for ten minutes to consume my corned beef and tomato sandwiches, washed down with Yorkshire water that I carried in an excellent one litre flask that was given to me as a Christmas present. There was also a sweet apple to much upon.
|Crocuses at Doddington|
I estimate that I walked ten miles - maybe more. I missed the 16.29 train back to Sheffield and had to catch the 17.31 instead. That was no big issue. I sank a pint of bitter shandy in "The Anglers" and then a small portion of chips with a fishcake from "Smiths" fish and chip shop before riding home in the gloaming.
And throughout this adventure, there wasn't even a vague hint of complaint from my right knee though, if I might share an intimate observation, one's nether regions were somewhat chafed after so many strides.
|Top House Farm, Doddington|
|Blacksmith's Cottage, Harby|