Totland

Yes I know. Why am I doing another long day…well I had an easy start so have to make up the lost ground now. Besides I’m getting use to this walking business now….no sweat…well a lot, lot more actually. A nice little section goes through the woods, with views still across the Solent and gently leads down towards Yarmouth. For some reason I like this bit of the walk best. It was quiet, in the shade after the hot sun and the arrival into Yarmouth was sudden and exciting. I spent time at the Castle looking at the old photos of a bygone time. Then outside I watched the WightLink ferries plough their way through a minefield of yachts. How nice Yarmouth was, and how like old England with its seafaring past and history flowing from each merry house. Then just as quickly I leave Yarmouth behind and walk through Boulder Copse. Yet again flanking the Solent. Yes I love this slice of water. Its busy goings on, colourful sails, and grinning tides. That feeling that the mainland is oh so very close. Yes I can see it so clearly now. Yet here I am protected on this island fortress. The melancholy me takes over and revels in something that cannot last. A long walk around a refreshing estuary leads to Shalfeet and a welcome halt in the local pub. Then the walk went sadly pear shaped for me. An unpleasant trudge along roads, a ridiculous detour and then finally Cowes. A very welcome Cowes.


Yarmouth Castle	Yachts on the Solent		Yarmouth at night