Sorry about the late blogs, the internet has been non existent the last few days so I’m behind with posting. I love hearing from you all, alarming concern or general keep goings… I hope you’ll all be available when Warner Brothers call to make the film?
Where am I? Chepstow. In a restaurant run by Gurkhas. Bit of fate with this because it was only two days ago I was talking to an ex army officer (this chap was Top Gun) and he told me a moving storey about a Nepalese officer cadet who gave him a ceremonial kukri to thank him for training him. What a proud moment that must have been. A kukri is distinctive due to its recurve. It looks a bit like a boomerang but this boomerang will no doubt cut your head off.
Anyway back to the restaurant. There is soothing Nepalese music on in the background. I bet you can imagine it can’t you. Bright oil paintings with Everest in the background and farmers turned sherpas in the foreground, Budha is never far away and, as this family have that deep history with the Gurkha there are plenty of reminders of these ultimate machines of loyalty and honour.
My father used to recruit the new Gurkhas in lamjung, Kuala Lumpur too. It’s been a nice evening so far.
Last night wasn’t.
It was a shocker… Wind, rain and in my tent it was rather off putting. Sleep is so important isn’t it? However if I can’t sleep I make sure I am at least relaxed. No point worrying so much or you’ll sleep even less.
Today has been a short day of about 20miles because I was on a trip down memory Lane.
My mother and uncle spent many happy times at their parents little holiday cottage which was called the ‘Nest’. The Nest is right at the top of a great hill.
The pictures and views describe this hidden ‘rabbit warren’ of a gem far better than I can so I’ll let the pictures tell the story….
I met Steve and Madeline who’d owned a house a few doors down from my grandmothers, now ruin…What the heck happened to the ‘nest’ and it’s meadow, and woods at the very top of this special place?
Steve and madeleine have their house here since the 70’s. It was great to talk to them over a coffee and much needed breakfast. Thank you so much Madalaine and link up my mother with them too. I suspect they’ll be many conversations in the future.
After going down the great Doward, I went straight up the next hill. These are steep buggers but so green and beautiful.
Tonight I’m near Chepstow and ready to take on the bridge into Somerset tomorrow. I went to school in Somerset so I’m looking forward to it. Is it cider season? No… bugger….
Stay safe, trust your instincts and don’t ever think you are alone.
Over and Out