The Ridgeway: Liddington Hill to Avebury
Tuesday 14th July 2020
After a very unsuccesful night's sleep, I set out at dawn to complete the last leg of my walk along the Ridgeway.
London July 2020
Didn't sleep very well. Decided to leave as soon as it started to get light. Here's a photo showing how I left no trace, other than a slightly less damp reactangle of ground.
Strange light in the trees.
Me emerging from the trees.
Rather a misty morning.
Back out on the Ridgeway now.
The misty scenes were partial consolation for the almost complete lack of sleep I'd had.
I particularly like this photo.
Some kind of animal bone on the track.
I think the flowers lining the track here are rosebay willowherbs.
The mist was starting to lift by this point.
A former railway bridge.
Were these vines maybe? I couldn't quite get a close enough look to see for sure.
I think I had finally reached the last official section of the Ridgeway, from Ogbourne St. George to Overton Hill.
Heading up onto Coombe Down.
I rested for a while on Smeathe's Ridge, and attempted to do something about my feet, which were really very sore by this point.
Approaching Barbury Castle.
This is around Hackpen Hill now, but again I didn't stop to try and see the white horse, knowing that I'd need to walk a fair bit down hill to get a decent view of it.
I couldn't resist this bench and stopped for another sit down.
I was in a fair amount of pain by this point.
Once again I dithered over whether to follow the Ridgeway then the Wessex Ridgeway all the way to Avebury, or to take the apparent shortcut down Monkton Down.
...and having not learnt from my mistakes last summer, I tried the shortcut again.
Once again the path was largely obscured by wheat.
Anyway, finally I made it to Avebury - my appetite for taking photos in that last hour's slog somewhat diminished! I was very happy to see the Red Lion.
I very much enjoyed this pint of bitter shandy.
After lunch I went to pay my respects to the stones.
The weather was rather subdued today, so they weren't really showing at their best.
Still, I was happy to have made it here.
One last picture of Avebury's stones before I got the bus to Swindon, and from there the train back to London.