To Sunny Colch! …on Sunday morning. We were both free for a few hours. The roads were still a little too damp for a serious bicycle ride. I’m currently crocked, and so running is not an option.
And so a walk instead. We plodded off along the Trail, walking the 7km or so towards Britain’s Oldest Recorded. Wellies were ditched, walking boots were worn. And they were needed. It may have been mild, but it was still rather squelchy along the Trail.
I’ve not been along here since, oooh, since maybe November? The first sign of mud means that my winter MTB heads out on the road, and nowhere near the Trail.
It was busy along the coastal path mid-morning on Sunday. Walkers, runners, birders - they were all out in force. I was ever observant, managing to clock a very friendly robin that followed us around for a short 10 metre stretch or.
Destination Sunny Colch was reached. I’m neither ashamed nor proud to say that this is the first time that I have left my Weird Wiv / Hythe radius for the first time in three months. I need to get out more, etc.
