Oil seed rape, don't you just love it, it's everywhere, a bugger to walk through though. It's as high as my shoulders, the farmers have to leave the footpath clear through the middle though, but when it grows you fight your way through trying to avoid all the buzzy bees going about their daily business. I came out the other side covered in yellow dust.
On the map it said Medieval Village of East Wykeham and remains of church. Here is the church, a few stones remain standing, just, probably most of it was knocked over by the cows grazing the land. As for the medieval village, a bit disappointing. I was hoping for a few bits of bone lying around, the odd rib or leg bone, maybe the odd cooking pot or two, but nothing. Just a lumpy bumpy field. I think they can cross that one off the next map they print, it aint there no more ;o)
I really shouldn't have walked so far, trouble is I get carried away and never know when I've had enough before it's too late and I am knackered. 19.5 miles, whew. I thought about my reasons for going walking, it's obvious isn't it, I am creating memories. In fact that's probably the reason why I do most things. Beats sitting on your bum and doing nowt :0) I'll be back tomorrow with some more holiday pics.