First though, I have to negotiate 20 miles of river towpath...
Left the hotel and headed back past the magnificent Abbey with its distinctive red roof. It is a huge edifice, almost cathedral-like in size! Move out of Dorchester, down past the pre-Roman Dyke Hills landward defences and head on back to the Thames at Little Wittenham.
View of the Abbey from my window |
The Fleur-de-Lys Pub |
Dorchester Abbey |
Dyke Hills |
Days Lock |
Church at Little Wittenham |
Burnt out tree |
Mud! Erosion! |
Wittenham Clumps |
Church at Clifton Hampden |
Bridge at Clifton Hampden |
We see an unusual church at Appleford with a very distinctive fat spire. Continue on through the mud. Oh, mud! Glorious, thick, sticky, slick, brown MUD! How I never went head over heels onto my arse will baffle me for eternity!
Appleford Church |
The spire of St Helen's Church, Abingdon |
Head past the lock at Culham and through the Culham Cut and before long, Abingdon comes into view. Abingdon is a lovely town, full of historic buildings and morris dancers! I also know it was home to the MG factory for a long while! Stopped for lunch at the Narrows Wetherspoons and rested a while before the final push to Sandford-on-Thames and the Kassam Stadium.
Abingdon Bridge |
Abbey buildings |
Come around past Abingdon Lock, over a footbridge where we come upon some students arguing about where the Path was. They soon realised I was heading in that direction and followed but I soon left them behind, struggling in the mud!
Now it becomes a featureless slog through woods and meadows. I heard a few gun shots, large retorts that reverberated through the woods which almost had me diving for cover! Shouldn't there be warnings for this?!
Nuneham House |
Slog on the tarmac, a welcome change nonetheless from the tedium of mud, and end up going the wrong direction near the Science Park! Somehow I end up on a farmer's field about 100 metres from the stadium!
I hop, skip, jump over the little seedlings on the turned field, squashing a few. I'm constantly looking around for an angry farmer but I eventually get out, via some creative bridgework over a stream, through some angry looking nettles and barbed wire! The scrapes I get into...
The lock at Sandford |
Sandford Church |
The field before the Field! |
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