At just past noon, we found ourselves descended into a very steep valley, our passage stretching toward Long Ashton and the estate beyond. I confess this side of the country was much pleasanter, due in part to the more clement weather and the pleasing array of snacks we had packed for the day.
Having filled ourselves with hot sweet tea and nutty biscuits we travelled across country to arrive at Ashton Court Estate, mercifully without encountering any wildlife or farm stock that threatened to murder and devour us for I had not the least inclination to revisit the horror of the horse crossing encountered earlier on our journey.
On arriving at the lodge, we found ourselves in the midst of many walkers; marching lustily forth with infants in tow and dogs at heel. Miss Sarah had the notion to carry the money box alongside us so as to communicate to passers-by that we were open to donations, not only increasing awareness of the cause we so heartily support.
Curiously, we began to notice that a great many of the folk passing us by were moved to comment on Brock; admiring the manner in which he was dressed and complimenting the way in which he had added a certain ‘grubby panache’ to the hitherto white garment he had been compelled to wear.
And here's our route: http://gb.mapometer.com/walking/route_2650853.html
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