In July 2019 Archie and I completed 22 miles of the Coleridge Way over two days. We planned to go further but Archie threw in the towel outside the Valiant Soldier in Roadwater!
In these photos we’re climbing Dunkery Hill which is quite tough going. Turns out Coleridge really liked a hill. I’m currently scouring his poems for any mention of the colour pink. None found as yet.
From Fears in Solitude by Coleridge
The hills are heathy, save that swelling slope,
Which hath a gay and gorgeous covering on,
All golden with the never-bloomless furze,
Which now blooms most profusely.
End of day 1 & beginning of day 2:
Probably the worst night spent under canvas by anybody ever, and then Wheddon Cross to Roadwater via Lype Hill. A slow start, but definitely a bit of ‘esprit de Cheryl Strayed’ (from the film ‘Wild’) kicking in after the first couple of miles.
Archie, as you can see, was singularly unimpressed with the bowl barrow at the top of Lype Hill. This is his why-are-you-showing-me-this-sad-old-pile-of-earth face! It’s very similar to his shorten-the-route face which he turned on me next, and I sat down, as you can see, and got the map out!
No dogs were harmed in the making of this post.
