OK, this inauspicious picture may mean nothing to the casual observer, but I have included it here because any walker of the Macmillan Way will appreciate the effort that it took to reach this point. As a reference, the mighty sycamore, possibly the largest seen on the journey, can be witnessed to the left of the picture. To get to this vantage point, you have to have ‘worked hard’’, and deserve the accolades to come.

And what is this? You have spent the best part of six miles climbing to the summit to welcome the awesome sight of 18 bronze age stones in a circle. The trouble is that none of the stones sticks out of the ground more than 10 cm. Not really a miniature stone henge is it?. Still, you are fuelled with the rush of success and chomp down past Gorwell Farm, (Ever so tidy), and rush up White Hill...

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...And here you are. St Catherine’s church poised lonesome in the distance. If you could hop a gigantic leap you would be there. However, there are still a few troublesome miles to go...