I decided on a hike at least to Shorthampton today, leaving at 1pm in preparation for longer walks on my forthcoming trip. I would wear the same walking gear I have prepared for the Great Wall. It was a bright sunny springlike day but with a cold wind… similar temperature to Beijing, but totally different scenery I’m guessing.
At Shorthampton the rolling Cotswold countryside sprawled out on either side of me and I arrived at the little church nestled in the hamlet in no time. 
Taking the opportunity of a brief rest in the peaceful solitude, questioning whether I should go on or return. The door opened and there was a fellow artist friend of mine, Amanda, who had come to play the organ for the afternoon service. She suggested a path I hadn’t taken before down near the river and across towards Chadlington.
I’m so glad I did this walk, although i missed the way a few times and got bogged down in some serious mud, I caught little glimpses of Spring along the way.
a major detour took me past Spelsbury and the last few miles followed the road back to Charlbury instead of Watery Lane where I expected to come out at the bottom of Pound Hill. probably just as well as it must have been virtually impassable after all the rain.
Some three and a half hours later I finally found myself back in Church Lane – I think I must have walked about 6 miles, a little under half of the distance of the Tongariro Crossing which I may attempt in New Zealand…. now that will certainly be a challenge…. I believe the volcanic terrain and steep inclines to be much harsher than the gently undulating Cotswold countryside. These are English sheep btw!
