Day 55, April 23.

After a good night’s sleep, wow, what an incredible day! Victoria took me on a 4 ½ hour hike starting through the Moors, all moss and heather, around a canyon, down through a beautiful stream that had cut its way through a hillside, and then we got lost and got off the foot path.

Great Britain has a series of footpaths throughout it, which are a blessing, as back in the ‘60s a case was won against a landowner who tried to block a path, they took him to court and won the right to roam freely on these paths since they had been doing it for centuries.

So off the main path we first had to climb very carefully over an electric fence that, luckily, was abutted by a stone wall, then we got into some very serious mud, with very steep banks on either side. Victoria fell in! I managed to hang onto tree limbs and thorny things that tore at my shirt and managed to escape unscathed.

Three horses came by on either side of this “path” to watch us, and they had a big horse-laugh at these human fools.

Finally we got home after this great hike, I took a bath, had dinner and Victoria took me to the train station, where I had to run to jump on the train about to pull out. Turns out it was an earlier train on the same track. Took me to Leeds, which was its last stop. Lucky for me (so the person at the information desk told me), the train to Glasgow did stop there too. So I switched trains and took the five hour train ride to Glasgow Central, where Christian McNeill picked me up late at night.

I noticed Janet Lindsay left a comment on Facebook after our visit: Janet wrote: “It was a wonderful day and unexpected evening. Thanks for making it possible Jacqueline Bennett and thank you Jack Pransky for being you.” That means so much to me, coming from Janet, because I (along with everyone else) love and respect her so much.