But no choice the trek continues, and today has one very sharp reminder for me....
After leaving the pub last night I took a doggy bag of food I couldn't eat, so cold chips and veg was my meagre breakfast thinking I'm passing a few villages and towns today I'll miss my porridge for once, lovely clear blue skies but still that chilly wind, and the winding roads and farm animals were my company . Up onto my first A road walking towards Curry Rivel, stopping here for a treat if bypassed twice so far on the trek... Milkshake from an automated Moors milk dispenser! Lovely!!
On again and feeling tired, (a sign I should have picked up on) into Langport sweating now (another sign) really not feeling good but then I realised what my body was telling me I needed something sweet and some food I was having a sugar low!
Into a little cafe where a pretty waitress was constantly messing up orders and the till, funny to watch until my order came without the tea, one pot and and the sugar going in in heaps and I'm feeling better , it's easy to forget how food is just fuel on these expeditions miss it you grind to a halt... Lesson relearned!!!
Off to the till to pay and yes another problem for the waitress! 😁
Munching on jelly babies to reinforce the sweet tea I head off out of town over one hill and down into the Somerset levels, very pretty! Passing a pond with geese and about 20 gosling sunning themselves, the trail here is straight and the distant hills ahead pull me along over the rutted party still flooded from last week's rain , glad to have not been here last week!
Sharply up the wooded hill from the levels over an A road and soft grassy fields are underfoot to Walton, A roads to Street and through to Glastonbury, taking the back roads to the campsite turned into a battered Victorian industrial site going under renovation, weirdly interesting tho passed a gypsy camp I chatted to one lad there were both travellers after-all! He seemed impressed and shouted 'Bridies blessing to you' as I walked off nice 🙂 (I'm assuming 😁)
Into the campsite and Tracey and Darren (her fella) were still in residence after a day enjoying Glasto.
Foot still not good so I'll be carrying on alone after my rest day.
As for the title of today's blog 'The pivot' Glastonbury is for me traditionally where I stop walking east and actually make progress north!
Only a few days ago we were only 61 miles north of the latitude lands end is on!
