It was ca.12.50pm when I set out. I photographed All Saints’ Parish Church in Waltham,——and The Ship Inn at Barnoldby-le-Beck.I turned right off the road down the lane to see the church, St. Helen’s.I photographed the old red phone-box in Beelsby. I once used it to phone J, I think when I was going the other way. I discovered that a number of villages on the Wolds still have them.I saw a sign pointing to the church, but I didn’t follow it. There are some old houses in the village, one on the hillside; but I couldn’t get a decent framing of them in my camera, so I contented myself with a backward look at new houses.There were «фьк оф» bunnies in the fields, many of them; and some scampered away from me in the road. At one point I saw a stoat or weasel. It was after 2 o’clock when I got to Thoresway, and photographed St. Mary’s church.J wanted me home at 3.30pm, so just after 2.15pm would be the halfway point. I thought I ought to turn back, but I’d got so far. Eventually the sight I sought came into the view: the drizzle-obscured hilltop “Ramblers’ Church”, All Saints’, above Walesby.I descended the steep incline into the village. I continued on, and passed the lower church, St. Mary’s, to photograph it,——before turning back, and going left and left again down Moor Road, where at the end of the village I found the two council-house looking structures I sought. I saw the sign “South View” on one of them. I believe that Philippa was born in the last one. A woman stopped and got out of a car, which made my position awkward because she didn’t seem in any hurry to disappear; anyway, I DID cycle back past and snap the house with my camera. Unfortunately the shot turned out a bit blurred. It was now 2.30pm, and past the halfway-time.
ca.2.45pm. Photographing All Saints’ Parish Church was my last attempt to document the journey.Bully Hill proved a major trial to me. At least I know that all the gears on my bike are working properly, with no chain-slipping. And the ratio of the lowest gear is fine for steep hills. The problem was: I wasn’t fine! I had to dismount and rest three times going up there. If I’d been able to rest awhile in Walesby, I’d have been OK, but I needed to press on. I was exhausted. After that, every uphill climb was almost too much for me. I tried to ring J before I got to Binbrook, but only got an intermittent signal. I did ring her, and told her it would be more like 4 o’clock when I would arrive. That estimate was wildly out! On the far side of Binbrook, I took a right turn because I figured it would be less hilly that way. (I had in mind the steep dip into Swinhope, and the steep rise out of it.) I thought I’d come out on the Louth road at North Thoresby; but when I came to a crossroads, and saw a sign saying “Wold Newton” and one saying “Grimsby”, I turned left following the Grimsby one. This brought me out not far beyond Swinhope, at the Clickem Inn. I phoned J again, with a revised estimate of 4.30pm, just after passing through East Ravendale, when a quite moderate climb was defeating me and I was walking awhile. At least, on yon side of Barton Street it was downhill mostly all the way. Because of Beth’s recent letter,——a sign saying “Cattery” as I entered Waltham amused me, so I got my camera out.I stopped at a small convenience-store just before the church, and bought a bottle of Lucozade. It was after 4.30pm when I finally got home, perhaps 4.45pm. When I’d rung J she was very worried because I sounded so exhausted. She feared that I might not make it. My fish and chips were a little dry and tough, but just about edible. Even.: After tea, I lay down. We watched the movie Trading Places, which I recorded months ago from the TV. When J went to bed, I watched this evening’s Dr. Who: very moving.
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