Even I have trouble squeezing through some of these passages:
Now I have to tell you something about cows. They do not say Moo! The sound they make comes from the way bottom of their seventh stomach and it is very loud, bellowy, and a little bit scary! This nice bossy, however, did not vocalise (at me):
Met up with a couple of men from the U.S., who were doing the Coast to Coast, so walked with them for a while. Why is it than men—not all, but not so few—just assume that they are worldly and knowledgable and that you need everything explained to you? Anyway, after doing a section of the C2C with them, sacrificing some of my hard earned way-points to do so, I decided I had had enough of their vapid pontificating, so bid them adieu and left to go down to the Swale and follow the river into Richmond, which seemed like the fitting way to enter the city. It was a beautiful finale:
Nine hundred and forty miles. Es mucho. Wonder if there will be an encore…..
Grandma Goes Coastal 