It was 13 days ago that I did this walk – just over 20 miles. Last week my woke snowflake daughter Olaf joined me so I did just 11 miles not wishing to be accused of breaching her human rights with an act of patriarchal oppression. The route is the same as ever: along our fields by the Dee in Wales, the Bridge over to England and then walking the English side of the Dee towards Chester and back. This walk saw me end up walking past some of the smaller houses belonging to the Duke of Westminster on his extensive lands by the Dee. It does make you think a bit about the nature of inherited wealth.
Anyhow here are a few of the Duke’s possessions and I can report that I managed the 20 miles without feeling too awful at the end. Tomorrow I shall try to add three miles to the total which, I think, will get me heading into Chester itself before I turn around.
And ahead of that ordeal, once again I ask any reader of this page to make a small donation to Woodlarks. This year’s walk is the most important we have done.