Chieveley, Newbury. My smallest town so far. A newsagent with a post office counter, a pub, and a church. And miles and miles of beautiful farmland, made for walking.
I was averaging 5 - 10km a day here. What is that in miles?
May I present Chieveley in October:
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A rose outside my bedroom window.
My first view of every day. |
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The first of hundreds of pics taken while walking.
I love paths that disappear into the distance,
reflected in the clouds. |
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| I nearly turned back here. This was pre-boot days. |
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Never know what is around the corner.
In this case, a bridge over a busy road! |
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| Gravestones in Autumn |
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Never know who you will meet when walking
in the country |
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| Colourful birdlife outside the kitchen window |
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| The beginning of another long walk |
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| Pathways... |
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Go round yet another corner, and find eggs for sale,
and some llamas! |
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| Bridge - fields behind me, woods ahead. |
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| The gate at the end of the bridge |
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| Through the gate, and into a magical fairy land |
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| Friendly little robin came to say hi to me. |
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| One of the walking trails I found after crossing a field |
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