19,1 km – with Louise.
May Bank Holiday weekend, 13°C, sunny – the perfect day to catch up with a friend in the area of the Winnie the Pooh stories. But what does happen when two girls just chatting away? They almost miss the stop where they need to get off the train, they constantly loose track because they don’t concentrate on the instructions of the walk, but they’re having a great time.
Hell, you could tell that it’s holiday time. I never met so many people on one of these walks. It was like the entire population of England aged between 14 and 17 planned to go camping in the Pooh-woods.
Our suggested lunch stop was closed once more. That was when I really wished we had decided for the picnic we were thinking about. Well, no pub but 2 hungry, grumpy-getting girls meant we needed to reorganise our route to find food before we would tear each other apart. So we skipped a few parts of our tour and walked directly to Hartfield to have lunch. Hartfield was the home of Winnie the Pooh author, A. A. Milne. I never read the Pooh stories or saw them on tv, but after being at Pooh’s Corner Shop and having a sneek into the books I’m up to read them. We found Pooh Bridge a couple of kilometers away were we played Pooh Sticks. Mine sank. Great. But I got my bluebell walk. There were so many of them. Beautiful.
And because it was such a relaxed day we had tea at Piglet’s Tearoom in Pooh-cups (wait, that sounds weird…).
When we headed back we unfortunately missed our train by 5 minutes, so we sat down next to a field having 2 chocolate bars for dinner and waited for another hour for the next train. (Yes, we were so far in the countryside that there was actually only 1 train per hour.) It was a nice way to end the day. And summer is back, baby.