At breakfast we also met some other people doing the Viking Way. They were a retired couple
and he had done it before 11 years ago.
They were camping and they were very brown and they’d stopped for coffee
having already done two miles and they didn’t really do breakfast. They were
hardcore,
The next stretch of Ermine Street wasn’t so lovely as
yesterday. It runs parallel to the road, but sunken lower, so the traffic noise
is by your ears behind a band of long grass. To begin with the plants were
interesting. Johnny was a little way behind me and Wilf, and we heard
occasional cries of ‘rock rose’ ‘quaking grass'. But
it soon became less interesting, and overgrown, dusty and noisy.
After a mile and a half we turned off onto field edges,
There were big views and huge skies. The landscape is very photogenic, but
samey to walk. One field of wheat is much the same as another field of wheat.
Two miles of wheat is quite a lot.
At Carlton Scroop we met the Viking Way couple again, having
a rest on the green next to the pretty church.
But there were no buses going the way we wanted to go – so
onward. Johnny’s feet were hurting too. The Viking woman had given him a small
compeed at breakfast time but he immediately lost it.
We walked under a railway and past sewage works big enough for the whole of
Grantham, then past marshland..
... into Marston where the pub was closed and the shop had closed down.
Johnny and Wilf were both despondant. The
Viking couple turned up again, and we all sat on wall outside the pub eating
snacks and ekeing out water. Even the outside tap was dry.
Then our taxi arrived.
The other couple were walking another six miles, keeping on this side of
the A1. Our destination was still ten miles away, and I didn’t think the team
were up to it. We got a ride to Allington – - only three miles by road, but cutting five
off our total – and it took us across the A1
which I hadn’t been looking forward to crossing.
In Allington there was an open pub, and a friendly welcome,
and this house which Johnny decided was his new home.
The next five miles were mostly lanes and rutted tracks. Johnny
was hobbling again, though Wilf had got his mojo back and chatted away. A
feature of the walk has been the A-Z game. Choose a topic – eg. Animals – and
everyone has to come up with an example for each letter of the alphabet. On
this stretch we did games. Board games, team games. computer games – Kerplunk,
Operation, Volleyball etc. It tends to distract people from blisters.
The skies darkened as we entered the village. With signs clanking at the crossrooads, castle on the hill
and glowering skies, it was a gothic welcome, worthy of a Hammer horror film.
16 miles
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