I couldn’t be arsed to swim. It involved too much activity: a bicycle ride to the pool, the actual swim, and then a bicycle ride back to base. No ta, especially so with rain threatening around the Estuary Wilds. And so a walk instead. Live to walk, walk to live, etc.
I had plenty of podcasts loaded up to keep me company - the usual shit: Forest Focus, Novara, Never Strays Far. Podcasts and putting in the strides is something of a thing around these parts. It’s rare now to notice someone who isn’t wearing a pair of AirPods whilst they are out plodding away.
The route was pretty random, and pretty much made up as I went along. I headed out along the Estuary, always a good start. The water was choppy with the wind blowing down the Muddy Banks. Rowing for earlier in the day had already been cancelled.
Both sides of the sea wall have seen significant overgrowth in recent weeks. Some stretches required a little delicacy when passing through. I wouldn’t fancy running along here with all the thorns poking out to scratch away at my BEAUTIFUL sleeve ink.
I reached the Creek. I headed up towards Alresford. The plan was to walk through the centre of the village and back to Weird Wiv. But this would have meant walking along the road with rush hour approaching. I’ll give that one a miss.
I went a little cross-country, having hung around for a short while inside the burnt out shell of St Peter’s. It was pretty magical with the bright sun illuminating the walls of the old, abandoned building. A decent walk. I’ll swim tomorrow. Yep.
