Hello! On Sunday 23rd March I at last started my training for the Camino Frances in earnest. Jackie is in a walking club and occasionally leads walks. In order to give the impression that she knows what she is doing and so that the walk doesn't go horribly off course, she usually goes over the walk on her own a week or two before hand. This coming Sunday, the day the clocks go forward so we all get an hour less sleep, Jackie is leading a 10 mile walk along the North Downs Way, just south of London.
So on Sunday, having negotiated the Kafkaesque experience of the British railway system (Sunday) with its "planned maintenance" and rail replacement services (a bus) we arrived at the bottom of Box Hill in darkest Surrey.
The walk started nicely, crossing a river between the road and the trail over these stepping stones, which thankfully were not too slippery.
After this we got to the base of the hill proper and started to climb. The climb was seriously steep; so steep in fact that steps had been cut into the hill - about 200 of them! Photographs cannot do justice to how energy sapping a climb it was. Needless to say, it took us both a few minutes to recover our breath when we got to the top. A reminder to me how important it is to lose some weight and get fitter between now and when I start the Camino.
Here is the view from the top of Box Hill - well worth the goldfish out of its bowl breathing experience it took to get up there!
After the climb, the trail pretty much stays at the same height for some time as it traverses the hill, skirting around the site of a former quarry, including this lime kiln.
Some downward travel was then followed by another really steep and long climb to the summit of another hill, where we eventually stopped in this rather ornate shelter for a quick rest.
Those are my Pacer Poles leaning against the front column - really glad I've got them! Soon after our restart, we passed the remains of a fort, stopped for a bite to eat and then descended back down to the railway station and home.