Back on the walk, replete and replenished.

The image on the left is of ‘Spalding Tropical Forest’ regarded as the largest tropical forest in Britain. Hmm, I’ll reserve judgement on this one. You actually view it through a mask of coniferous hedges and it looks like a glorified garden centre from the outset. Perhaps I’m being too harsh. On the right is the River Glen, with us all the way to Kate’s Bridge and slightly beyond. I have a fondness for this straight tract of water - it appears sad, traipsing in a parallel line from here to eternity, but that’s all it can do. It didn’t choose the topography and makes the best of what it can. The two spindly outcrops on the right bank are birds nests put there in the hope of attracting owls to the region. You will see quite a few of these on this leg of the journey. The majority, alak, are occupied by ravens or crows. Still, the sentiment was a good one.

I fell in love with this tree. It is nestled on an island, down to the left, at Guthram Gowt. The footpath actually continues right to left on the green bank in the distance. I believe the ‘Beverley Hillbillies’ farmstead is called Willow Tree Farm. After what seemed like hours of breaking my ankles in dried cow hoof-holes, this was the start of the home leg on day one.

As the River Glen, on the left, gets smaller, strange fen villages like ‘Tongue End’, on the right, fall into view. Don’t worry, it’s only a matter of time before the Real World will start and those roundy things, called hills, will take a prominent part in your journey.