Day Three which is actually Day One?
Gorgeous breakfast at Gorge on the corner before we head up to the Castle and join the Saint Swithins Way. Bubble and squeak, beans, sausage, bacon, toast, coffee and Zumo de Naranja(£9.90). I am happier! The café on the main road wasn't open and the number 65 was late, (so we caught it)! We were very lucky! I didn't want to hitch without a full belly and to put Michael ill at ease. Now time to be ready to climb out of this road focused Way: the North Downs Way is very near to that perpetual thunder, droning on and on, on the A31. *** It's a rather nice morning on the Way, but I am ready for cake and a pot of liquid gold! Teacake from the Post Office and a larger pork pie to eat before we reach Alton. We're neither so tired nor so crabby today. In fact the entire morning has been a pythonesque/Fawlty Towers accompanyment of me talking to the horses, us searching for eels in hovercrafts and female riders, in their jodhpurs, which twist and turn (riding high) slippery w...