Now what was I doing while away? A lot of walking. I set myself a target of 60 miles over the four days. It's very flat in South Lincolnshire so easily achievable. Guess what.....I did it, yipeeeeee. 65.37 miles, I'm well chuffed with that. I used four coloured marker pens to mark the routes as I walked them, on the free map I printed off. I like to keep a record. Thurlby is a mile or two south of Bourne if anyone wants to see where I went. I won't do a day by day report in detail, because a lot of it was tramping across or round fields. I find it just as exhilerating though, as climbing a mountain. Just being out in the open and being able to see for miles across the landscape, with the odd church steeple marking the villages. I just love space, and me being a little dot amongst it all.
I stopped off on the way there, to call in and see a friend, my last boyfriend actually, I think I may have mentioned him before. He has a shop. It was great to see him, and catch up on a bit of chat. I still have a soft spot for him but we have both moved on. I will always remember the happy times we had, and will always be grateful to him for making me smile again after a previous disasterous relationship. Anyway, I arrived at the hostel at 1pm, and set off for my first walk. This little river runs through Bourne, it is surrounded by parkland, gardens, and people walking their dogs. The weeping willows looked beautiful along the bank, trailing their leaves in the water. As well as an abundance of ducks quacking about, these two black swans were enjoying basking in the sun.
The little stone bridge crosses the river to the road. I love the way they hang these planters along the railing, and fill them with pretty flowers.
Leaving Bourne on the main A15 , I crossed the fields to Dyke. All the vilages have their own distinctive sign. I wonder if this one will get a lick of paint soon?
The Wishing Well pub is in Dyke. There aren't many of these timbered buildings though, in this area. A lot of the pubs don't seem to open during the daytime.
Turn right just past the pub up a path to Moreton. This house appears on the right hand side. I can't find any info about it, but I can just picture myself as lady of the manor, sat on the terrace in period costume, with a butler in attendance serving drinks. Oh, one can dream :o)
This is St John the Babtist church in Morton. Sorry it's a bit lop sided, was I drunk from all those cocktails, ha ha.
Leaving the village I crossed over the A15 and trekked through Hanthorpe. What is this I see on the other side of the hedge. From a distance it looks like a falcon preparing to swoop for it's prey. I got my camera out at the ready. Oh, bugger, ha ha, it's a kite, a bird scarer on a tall pole.