Huffing and Puffing

Tough luck on Googlers who arrive here wondering what the (headstone?) saying Win Cole 1940 is all about. I don't know either. It's in the middle of a wood, in the middle of Hampshire, just north of Winchester, close by St Swithun's Way. But now you are here, welcome to read on...

So last Sunday was the most excellent of days, wall-to-wall blue stuff and the opportunity to conquer another section of St Swithun's Way.

Started awkwardly, parked outside ancient church in middle of tiny village, got told to shift the car by an elderly aristocrat. It's a public road, we'll park where we like we thought, whatever happened to christian charity etc. Does he think he owns the village - then we thought he actually might, so we parked at the bottom of the hill by a stream. And what a stream - feeds into watercress beds....how do they harvest the stuff? The Mid Hants railway http://www.watercressline.co.uk/Home was huffing and puffing a few fields away. Those trains are noisy in the extreme.

So when we've all learned how to teleport ourselves, Startrek fashion, will Heathrow be run by enthusiasts who spend their Sundays taxying highly polished Boeing 747s?