It’s a short walk down the hill from the golf course, a right turn at the bottom, a pleasant stroll for a short while, and then an abrupt left turn up Quarr Lane. This is indicated here and shown by that familiar yellow waymark on the large pole in the middle distance.

Three views of Sherborne. The first, again from Quarr Lane, approaching the town. The second, known as the ‘Parade’ in the centre, and the third, Sherborne Abbey, dissolved in 1539.

I arrived at about 1500 (hours) , only to find my hotel room double booked, and me without a bed! Took a bus ride to Yeovil, five miles away, saw what Yeovil looked like, immediately returned to the bus and alighted back in Sherborne 40 minutes later. Drastic action required. Thought I’d continue walking and sleep under a hedge if need be.

Saying goodbye to Sherborne, sometime before approaching Honeycombe Wood. (It’s hard to fathom, but there are a wealth of place names in the British Isles that are totally sublime. (Yeah, OK, ‘Tongue End’ may be an exception), but I was so taken by the attractiveness of the names given to small villages and hamlets on the route, not to mention the copses, plantations and wooded areas.



Lillington church/barn on the footpath to Yetminster. Using my mobile, and Mr Titchmarsh’s planner I had been lucky enough to secure a bed for the night at Manor Farm Guest House, with Mrs Partridge.

It was getting quite late when I took this picture of three mighty oaks, but if you look carefully, you will see a sunbeam shining down on Yetminster, over the ridge. After the debacle in Sherborne, somebody was looking after me!