There was an incredibly high water at 8am, with the promise of more to come. To my surprise the Trail was busy with runners and walkers. I was expecting it to be empty.
This made for an awkward toilet stop. I think I got away with it.
We reached Fat Bloke’s bench. It was good to see that his plaque has been attached once again, having fallen off the last time we were here.
The route doubled back around the quarry. There was no escape from the Weird Wiv Church bells. Even over at Alresford we could hear them. We resisted the call.
Another detour took place by the Sailing Club. We decided to head for the high land and up towards the farm. We transitioned from boggy shit to dry land.
High Land, Hard Rain, as the Boy Wonder once sung.
My watched pinged with the 10k steps ticked off by 10am. Happy with that.
