I returned home from meeting up with Graham in North Wales and was excited to find his replacement Tilley hat waiting for me.You may remember Graham was devastated to lose his Tilley and put out a call across Somerset for someone to find it. Alas it did not appear so a replacement was sent.
box of excitement
hoorah! he’ll be more careful this time
Thanks for your friendly efficient service Tilley!
I shall deliver it to him on our next meeting which may be sooner than expected due to a presumed change in the weather. Brrrrrrrrr….Dickie (the van) to the rescue perhaps.
Well, I didn’t meet Andrew the ghost last night but did hear the sound of children laughing and playing. This is rather strange as it was far too late for it to have been carried from a school or playground. I have experienced this phenomena before at Madron Well in Cornwall – all very strange.
I’m using an old map of the Somerset Levels and alongside my highlighted route (in orange) is a blue line that was the track I walked in 1996 when I walked from Hampshire to Cornwall to purchase The Museum of Witchcraft. Strangely I was walking the Mary/Michael Pilgrim Way before it was created.
After the 1996 walk I remember thinking ‘I hate the Somerset levels’. This time around they confuse me. The people I have met are all lovely, the fisherman netting baby eels (elvers) and the farmer who caught me trespassing on his track were charming. The women cleaning the churches, and passers-by were all fine but I still feel uncomfortable here. Maybe it is the lack of topographical features or the fact that it is all so low; should we be walking around on ground that is below or close to sea level?
A spot of eel fishing
a furtive selfie
the level Levels
ley line to Glastonbury
I am missing my lovely Tilley hat and wonder if I left it on a fence post. I found myself on the wrong side of a drain and had to walk a mile or so to find a bridge to rectify the situation; getting hot and bothered I stopped to remove my coat. It’s easy to knock my hat off when removing the backpack so I think, being next to a drain, I placed the hat somewhere safe during the operation and suspect that, being flustered, I forgot to pick it up.
I’ve booked in to The George and Pilgrim pub in Glastonbury tonight as it’s going to rain and I’ve had a chance meeting with some friends – a very pleasant end to a strange day’s walking.
Graham is devastated that he has lost his Tilley hat!
The beloved Tilley
If anyone is around the area between Barrow Mump and Othery in Somerset please look out for it. It has his phone number and his card with his email and blog address in it. He thinks it may have been knocked off when he was climbing a stile but is not sure. He’s walked a couple of hours already today so is not keen to retrace his steps.