Moving now into places I’ve not really been before, certainly not without being passenger on the boat.
This place is called. The towpath is indeed one large meadow spanning from the outskirts of Somerton to the River Cherwell.
It’s got a nice iron bridge across the main span of the river. There’s also a mill stream that runs down to North Aston Mill at the other side of the valley.
The field is home to some livestock cattle and the canal is lined with Poplars, Elms, Sycamore and Hawthorne. It’s a nice spot with views right down to the river.
It’s the first place since Cropredy where you don’t have the sound of the motorway in the background.
Some places it’s worse. Like pig place or Twyford. Others it’s less present but still there, like Aynho or the last place I was at, Souldern.
Here’s there’s just natural sights and sounds. It’s so refreshing.
Is a total let-down.
Always windy, it’s been like that for a few years now, in the summer. An almost continuous wind. It was like that, not so much at the height of last summer. But over the summer months, it seems more than usual.
These days it’s almost continuously blustery. To add insult to injury, now it’s raining. Almost on a daily basis.
Cycle for water
I have to cycle to get water. The best place is from this natural spring.
At the top of two steep hills, it’s a good way to get a bit of cardio. I get 5 litres of water and put it in my bag.
It’s better to have fresh water for drinking and cooking.
The stuff out of the water-tank is drinkable. It doesn’t taste as good.
The more water you use. The more you have to move the boat to re-fill the tank, which is an additional side effect.
A lot of people buy bottled water. I don’t really like the plastic waste. Plus it’s a waste of money.
This is spring water which is a nice touch. There’s an inscription on the fountain.
It was built in around 1803 and restored in the millennium.