Still no movement. The cloud mass hanging low, until the afternoon when the sky starts to break up. Blisters are getting worse. The colour white seems to surround us: White swans accompanying us all along the way, white butterflies twirling, and swarms of doves rising from the field. Camping 'wild' in a field again. Having gourmet dinner at the Trout before putting up the tarp, just what one needs!
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| Father Thames - Who added the plastic shovel? LOL |
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| Still river |
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| Still river reflection |
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| Blisters!! |
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| Hawthorn glory |
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| A hard day's walk |
