From the wilderness to Warwick (Napton-on-the-Hill to Warwick) - In the name of Thiago - Day 277
After last night's barely believable chain of events, I must have been truly knackered as I woke up at 8.28am having agreed with our host last night that yes breakfast at 8.30 was more than fine. I threw some water over my face and was sat down at the table by 8.35. I felt completely disorientated and slightly guilty - that's just me I guess as no-one else gave a shit - but I'd made it. Yesterday was truly horrible in so many ways, today was going to be much better I'd said to myself. And so it proved.
It seems that the area Fiona and I were walking through today had more than a touch of a pre-historic feel about it. Now I know that I could look this stuff up and try and kid you that I know stuff but you and I know that I simply don't have that within me. Fiona, who has a real yearning for information relating to history, reckons this is an icthyosaur, and I for one am not about to doubt her. She's a super smart lady is Fiona.
You can't really make it out on that pub sign but is says The Blue Lias. Lias is something relating to geology i.e. the kind of rock when chaps like this brontosaurus were doing the rounds. I didn't look into it any more than making this partial observation but there remained a strong dinosaur theme in the area. And what's not to like about that.
Strolling along the towpath of the Grand Union Canal has been a privilege and a truly exhilarating experience at times. I genuinely wondered whether dedicating the middle two weeks of my four week trek was in fact such a wise thing to do. Would I meet anyone? Would I be bored?