It is hard to believe that The Walk is close to coming to the end, so soon after I feel I’ve finally gotten into,the rhythm of it all. We have four more walking days to go, before we throw our pebbles into the North Sea.
Before heading for the hills, we passed this church, and for some reason I felt compelled to take a photo of the sign. Who needs four services on a Sunday, something for everyone? Why not four different services per month?
After several days of relatively flat and–dare I say it?–somewhat ho-hum farmland, it was great to be in the hills again, with multiple steep, vast, wide-open climbs into the rugged landscape of Thomas Hardy, the Brontes, and the Hounds of the Baskervilles, landscape characterized, of course, by heather.
The guidebook promises wonderful views from the moors, of the Pennines, the surrounding villages, and our first views of the North Sea. However, this was all we could see today.