Church at Bolton-on-Swale
Shortly beyond Richmond, I met Andrew, and he and I walked together the entire day. Andrew is one of those walkers who glides along the path, never
seeming to be affected by terrain, footing or obstacles. I’m a good walker,
too, and I probably glide for 6 or 7 miles, but after that my stride
deteriorates to something between a stumble and a controlled forward fall. As a
result, he kept pulling away from me – until we met Charlotte, who you’ll
remember that I first met near the Nine Standards.
Charlotte travels with a cute little Teddy Bear, like Jack Frost’s Homer Simpson and Daryl May’s Hobson. (Long distance walkers are an odd bunch. Some of them even carry Irish Sea rocks.) Anyway, Charlotte’s bear, Adventure Ted, has had quite a history – so much so that I had to get out my note pad write it all down. AT has been to Australia, Germany, France, Greece, Guatemala – and even spent a night in jail in Thailand. (He was kidnapped and recovered by the police, but wasn’t reunited with Charlotte until the next day. At least that’s his story and he’s sticking to it.) I couldn’t very well write all of this down while carrying hiking poles, so I handed my poles to Andrew, who couldn’t very well glide away from me while holding my poles. So Andrew, Charlotte, AT, and I all walked (or in my case, stumbled) the rest of the way together to Danby Wiske.
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