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If you build it, he will come
Sep. 10th, 2007 09:10 amAn unusually energetic weekend. Harry rang on Saturday morning and asked if I’d like to help shift gravel for the FUG by the bypass, to provide some hardcore over the clay under nearby gates for when it next rains (clay soil + rain = squelch). There were four of us with spades and two barrows, and all but the last barrow full went to the nearest gate, so it weren’t too much work; still more than I’m used to these days, though, and under a pretty warm sun too. I enjoyed the whole process hugely - using my body, and not a bloody computer anywhere in sight - and also discovered that a couple of velcro straps are admirably useful in attaching a spade to a bicycle. I needed a hot shower when I got home though. Oh yes.
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ramtops and I went out for a walk in the morning. We’d agreed to survey one of the local paths a while back for FUG, from the Viridor road to Castle Farm on the A38, and finally circumstances and desires coincided. We took the scenic route to our starting point and found the first part of the path pretty much choked with brambles; this is not a well travelled route. We came out into a field, and followed its boundary round in an A38-ish direction until we reached a farm and its track; at this point, we were clearly going wrong and the OS map confirmed we were on the blue path in my linked map. I couldn’t see how we could have missed the path we were aiming for and Mac, sensibly, suggested we try it from the other end and see where we ended up.
Walking along the Bristol-bound side of the A38 isn’t recommended. No footpath (there’s one the other side, but crossing that road twice seemed even less recommended). Still, we reached the path end and followed the route (red on the map) back towards the infill site. Turns out there is a stile buried in the hedge just along from the top of the bramble-infested slope we’d climbed earlier. It’s pretty much invisible unless you look back at it from just the right angle having first passed it, so it’s unsurprising that we’d missed it. Still, mission accomplished, ad we can report on what needs signing, clearing and repairing at the meeting on Tuesday.
We continued trudging in a homeward direction (fairly hot and tired by this point) round the edge of a cornfield that reminded us both, inevitably, of Field of Dreams, and thence via more unsigned paths over Ashton River and the bypass to the top end of the village and the Angel: oh blessed relief; a pint has rarely been more welcome. And so back home, some 4½ hours after we left.
Yes, we did watch Field of Dreams in the afternoon, and a very fine film it is too. Not a dry eye in the house either. And last night, we slept like things that sleep.
Yesterday,
ramtops and I went out for a walk in the morning. We’d agreed to survey one of the local paths a while back for FUG, from the Viridor road to Castle Farm on the A38, and finally circumstances and desires coincided. We took the scenic route to our starting point and found the first part of the path pretty much choked with brambles; this is not a well travelled route. We came out into a field, and followed its boundary round in an A38-ish direction until we reached a farm and its track; at this point, we were clearly going wrong and the OS map confirmed we were on the blue path in my linked map. I couldn’t see how we could have missed the path we were aiming for and Mac, sensibly, suggested we try it from the other end and see where we ended up.Walking along the Bristol-bound side of the A38 isn’t recommended. No footpath (there’s one the other side, but crossing that road twice seemed even less recommended). Still, we reached the path end and followed the route (red on the map) back towards the infill site. Turns out there is a stile buried in the hedge just along from the top of the bramble-infested slope we’d climbed earlier. It’s pretty much invisible unless you look back at it from just the right angle having first passed it, so it’s unsurprising that we’d missed it. Still, mission accomplished, ad we can report on what needs signing, clearing and repairing at the meeting on Tuesday.
We continued trudging in a homeward direction (fairly hot and tired by this point) round the edge of a cornfield that reminded us both, inevitably, of Field of Dreams, and thence via more unsigned paths over Ashton River and the bypass to the top end of the village and the Angel: oh blessed relief; a pint has rarely been more welcome. And so back home, some 4½ hours after we left.
Yes, we did watch Field of Dreams in the afternoon, and a very fine film it is too. Not a dry eye in the house either. And last night, we slept like things that sleep.