I’d awoken from my first night of camping to the scent of ‘sewage’ that seemed to be localised around my tent. I had absently pitched very-close-to a drain cover on the previous afternoon… With other campers likely to depart (fingers crossed) on this Sunday, I decided that I would attempt to move my tent after completing this walk.
Continuing from Part 1:
We marched on, heading south now, with thoughts of completing the walk – and the challenge – in our minds. Not to mention, the post-walk picnic celebrations.
This was it. Our final walk along the ninety-mile long White Horse Trail. A very few of us were ready to complete the challenge, while others were in attendance for what was likely to be a very good walk.
I even found myself driving to the start point on top of Bratton Camp… SatNav didn’t get us close enough and it was only thanks to Andrey’s phone that we arrived where we were meant to be.
From the downland of Pewsey Hill, the White Horse Trail continues to the south…
Walks With Olly 