Or Subtitled, All Are Bored!
We decide to walk some of the Tarka Trail, as this is very easy, due its relative flatness.
We pack up a picnic, don our wet weather gear as it’s raining (again!) and catch the bus to a stop just north of Torrington, near the Puffing Billy. We have measured the walk back to Dolton as roughly ten miles, which will be a good test of our fitness. Charlie has never been on a bus before, and we wonder whether we will be able to persuade him to get on. No need to worry though, he just sees it as a large car and is on before anybody else. We buy our tickets, including a “Rover” for Charlie, which costs 50p.
The journey to Torrington passes smoothly, and amazingly, by the time we alight, the rain has stopped.
We set off on our way back towards Dolton. The going is very easy, despite a small hill near the start. Soon we encounter some other walkers who also have a dog called Charlie, which causes some confusion. The other Charlie is a Labrador, somewhat larger and denser than our dainty collie, and he manages to bowl Charlie over. For a moment I think that our walk is finished almost before it’s begun, but Charlie gets up and recovers quickly. Phew.
On we go, admiring some daffodils growing along the verges – very late this year, of course, because of the severe winter.
In a while, Alice starts to ask how long it will be until lunchtime. Oh dear, we have only been walking for about twenty minutes. We tell her we will stop at one o’clock.
Alice asks what time it is. It is 11.30am.
Alice is getting hot, and needs to remove her raincoat. We stop so she can do this, and pack it in her rucksack.
Alice asks what time it is. It is 11.45am.
Alice is hungry, so she gets her peanuts out to keep her going.
Alice asks what time it is. It is 12 noon.
Alice is hot, so we stop so she can remove her fleece.
Alice asks what time it is. It is 12.20pm.
Eventually we decide to stop for lunch, as we have encountered a handy bench. We eat our sandwiches and, feeling refreshed, we walk on. Or rather, trudge, and dodge the cyclists. We have come to realise that the Tarka Trail is ideal for a lovely cycle ride, as there are not too many challenging hills and, of course, no traffic, making it very safe. It is, however, rather tedious for walkers, as there is no challenge in walking straight, through very similar terrain all the way along.
Alice is getting tired and we hope the cafe at Yarde will be open, so we buoy her up with the idea of a nice hot chocolate. When we reach Yarde, however, it is closed.
We carry on… and on ….. and on….
Time is getting on and I have to work in the evening, so once again we call on the taxi services, and are collected at Petrockstowe. So we did walk about 7.5 miles, not bad I suppose, but not good either, as we need to be able to walk an average of 15 miles per day. Still, there’s time…