I had a spare couple of hours late afternoon on Friday, and for once, the bloody Estuary Wilds skies weren’t threatening rain. I’m on something of a walking mission at the moment. I’m still recovering from a crocked running injury. But I can’t sit still. Have legs, will walk, etc.
And so I plodded off for the second decent walk of the day. The morning effort was the now routine pacy hike around the town. It’s nothing too adventurous, but it’s mainly flat and I can work up a good fitness level.
I fancied something a little more nature shit late afternoon. I strolled out along the estuary, with the broad aim of hitting up the old St Peter’s abandoned church at Alresford. There was just enough daylight left to complete the circuit.
The wind picked up once I reached the mouth of the estuary. There was no one else around. An outgoing tide also meant no traffic out on the water. I paused briefly to have a moment at Fat Bloke’s bench.
The wellies rather than walking boots were most welcome. At times I was wading through mud. I came close to coming a cropper and landing face down in all the brown stuff.
St Peter’s was reached. Each time I’m here it seems special. The uniqueness of the shell of the old church felt all the more poignant with the darkening skies and the wind blowing around the old four walls. I stopped to take a few snaps. The battery on my PEN-F died on me.
I opted for the cross country walk back to base. I didn’t fancy the busy road. I was wearing black and had no lighting. I reached Quayside just as the locals were turning on their lights and starting their weekend plans.
