we make our way to the outskirts of Bath and soon we are climbing up ever steeper roads until, when it seems the next road will take us from earth to sky we arrive at Annie's house, perched at the top of the hill looking out east and south, Solsbury Hill bathed in evening sunlight ...
Annie's house and garden are beautiful, a reminder of past places in my life ... she makes us incredibly welcome ... after a cup of tea, benedict and I climb the rest of the hill to the green which sits on top, surrounded by modest stone cottages, children playing football, shadows lengthening ...
we eat and talk and soon it is dark and we all are tired out and call it a night ...
next morning, we discuss the possible route ... Annie is well versed in the ways of the roads to the south-west and she suggests, after discussing the pros and cons of the road to Lynmouth, that we ought. perhaps, to go straight to Trebetherick ...
she is of course absolutely right ... so after breakfast, coffee in the garden, and the distraction of a furry pussy, we set off, sad at the parting with Annie, but excited by the road ahead...
Trebetherick and St Enodoc calls ...
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