The weather forecast for today was not too good - hot and humid with thunderstorms later, so we packed up to continue on our way. Water was a priority and so we bimbled along to Ogbourne St George, where we found a jolly nice table and chairs outside a small hotel and promptly ordered a cafetiere of coffee and a plate of biscuits. Us 'rufty-tufty' unlawful campers know how to rough-it, you know.
Then it was over the bridge of the dried up River Og and up back onto the Marlborough Downs (Pronounced 'Mawlbrer' for our North American colonial cousins) to stroll along the airy ridge accompanied by a horse riding event, comprising mostly of nicely brought up gells and their mothers.
Luckily we then found a lovely little cafe (the Castle Cafe) which did wonderful bacon rolls, tea and orange. This sorted out the lack of water as we had completely forgotten to get some at the hotel.
Then it was onward again to stroll over Barbury Castle (wasn't she Minister of Transport for Harold Hadrada?) and along the ridge in the mist, taking in wonderful beech hangers.
All good things have to come to an end and soon we were bimbling down the hill to Avebury to finish the walk to be collected by Lynnie to take us back to the cars 35 miles further east. It had not been a mammoth effort, but a very relaxing weekend with a good weather on a fine chalk escarpment. A good way to clear the head before Autumn sets in.