Old English churches
Mad chaos beasts of mud and destruction and maypole dancing.
A farewell to Didcot Power Station, due for demolition this weekend.
A final walk in the woods
And the view from my 605th mile (and yes, those are neck high nettles)!
My medal (hanging from the trusty steed).
605 miles, through virtual countryside via postcards, and through all too real and muddy countryside, but never through the rain. It's been fun, and motivating, and now I need the next challenge to keep me from sitting still.