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Ramble

Salt Dean, Brighton

A couple days after our walk across the Seven Sisters we joined the Brighton Ramblers on a short (~5 miles) trek through the rolling countryside of the South Downs, beginning and ending at Salt Dean, one of Brighton’s villages.

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Waverley Abbey

Waverley Abbey

When we got to the Abbey a guard informed us we couldn’t enter. Instead we walked up to the car park and along the river on the side we’d never been able to get to on previous visits, across a barricaded bridge to Waverley House. So we got some different views before decided we might be straying into trespassing.

Arthur’s Seat

Arthur’s Seat, Edinburgh

The next day we climbed up Arthur’s Seat, a volcanic hill that is part of Holyrood Park. Click any of the pictures below to see scenes of our ascent full sized (you may need to click the post title first for this to work if you’re seeing this in email or on social media).

Botallack

After returning to Nanjizal from near Land’s End we drove up to the disused Botallack (pronounced to rhyme with metallic) Mine, setting for both television versions of Poldark (although, later, we passed the actual Poldark Mine in the car). If viewing in email, click the post title to click into the images and see them larger.

Golden Cap, continued

As a lifetime urbanite, the idea that one can simply take a walk in the country and encounter sheep and cows up close and personal is a bit thrilling. We walked among the cows, being careful not to startle them. See last post for more details of this walk – click any image to see them all enlarged.

Farnham Castle Keep

Here are the first touristy images from my new home in Farnham, Surrey in the UK. The castle, about 20 minutes’ walk from our apartment, is about 900 years old and we took a walk around the Keep and the grounds (the castle itself wasn’t open the day we went) and you can perhaps get some sense of it. I took many more pictures but, especially after all my ruined Irish castles I frankly found them a bit boring. You can see the flag at half mast as we arrived here in the days before Queen Elizabeth’s burial.