"Are you stepping westward?"

From Puttenham to King's Somborne, where we camped.

This morning when we woke up there was ice in our bottles.
Choral minstrelsy of birds - so loud...
Alton, pretty.
Jane Austen's house in Chawton. Very neat and clean, with tourists.
Riding westward from dawn to dusk with the sun!
Hills many hills not very high but still hills
Lunch among hills so green
Alresford (posh)
Postman: "just put your bikes in my van" (it was very steep)
Then he pushed my bike for three seconds and was tired
Ovington Avington Easton: so so posh
Winchester: down a steep road with a view on the cathedral :)
then even posher villages
acres and acres of land but nowhere to pitch a tent...
neat lawns
first clouds obfuscating the sun
instructions of a wo;an in a pub: "don4t be deceived by the word lane, it is a bloody mountain"
doorbells not working
eventually got a piece of garden and rugs again
and a fire stove

Mary and the stove

and some nuts
"We don't want two dead girls in the garden tomorrow morning!"
The night was cold but it was ok.
"O sleep it is a gentle thing"!