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| Used quarry on the edge of Wenlock Ridge |
In the morning I headed straight back up to Wenlock Ridge and stayed there for the next few miles until Much Wenlock. From here it's a long series of lanes and hamlets to the rather muddy Benthall Edge Wood
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| Iron bridge |
before a Iron Bridge. Today, because it was Sunday, the whole place was packed and I felt rather ridiculous in my smelly gear. It was quite a while since I have had a chance to do some laundry. The actual Iron Bridge was lovely, and the town was pretty enough but touristy. I walked along the left bank in the hope a laundromat might materialise. It did not and I continued on through Kemberton farmland and on towards Tong. It was today I really can't to realise just how Christian a county I'm in. Before you see the town you see a church spire. I must pass at least five or six churches daily and they are always old wonderful buildings which, when build, would have towered over the surrounding houses.
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| Crossing the River Severn |
In the end my camp tonight was less than ideal. There was nowhere far from people houses, and the best I could do was tuck myself into a dipped corner of a field of crops on the edge of Monk's Woods. I made sure to stay well away from the plants, jamming myself into the lumpiest camp so far. The farm machinery had created great grooves in the soil but it was a warm night and I was shattered. I cooked myself some porridge, which was horrible, and climbed into bed. Twice machine sounds gave me heart attacks and visions of angry farmers but I was left unnoticed and undisturbed. A dog barked at one point and sounded distressed for long enough to get me out of my tent to search for it but I couldn't find it and it soon stopped.
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