Then, I thought I'd just run 5km. I ended up dillying and dallying along the Great North Road, before finally opting to be a man, and run the back way to Kelham.
Frankly I felt like a prize chump.
Kelham is another pretty little village, overlooked by the huge 19th century Victorian gothic Hall the local council has used rather overkillingly for years, and will do until there new home in town is complete in 2017. King Charles I was held by the Scots here after he ordered the surrender of Newark in 1646 and after his own personal surrender in Southwell.
Every so often, someone drives through the bridge and ends up in the river, causing this major road route to close for ages while the bridge is rebuilt and resulting in tailbacks the length of the Nile.
Sadly there were no bluebells to be had, but I did find some more ghost signs, and on the way home navigated on more virgin running territory for me that looked promising, but ended up with an impromptu crossing of a stony ploughed field in which more lapwing were calling and displaying.
Their wings folded up, they tumbled from the sky, which is how my legs felt after hauling myself across that farmland.
|Tired common carder bee that I had no means of helping|
|As I left town, another Newark ghost sign|
|The back way to Kelham|
|Gatehouse at Kelham Hall|
|Kelham map. But who is in the river?|
|I think it's an early mining bee|
|Legs yellow with pollen|
|Kelham hall stable range. Now repurposed as cottages|
|Kelham ghost sign 1|
|Kelham ghost sign 2|
|Loads of this 4 petal white flower now out. I can't remember what it is.|
|Nice selection of flowers in the churchyard|
|A new route home?|