Day 93
We came off the motorway and began to climb the Polden Hills. They’re described as a low ridge, 10 miles long from Puriton to Street. The A39 follows this hog’s back of hills/low ridge, crested with trees which obscure the view north towards the Mendips, south over the Somerset levels. We drove through a verdant tunnel of green, shot through with light, slashed by sunbeams, exciting, mysterious, known familiar.
When the Romans marched this way between Combwich and Ilchester, Ilchester and Combwich, they must have had a clear view of the surrounding lands, no trees to shade the marching men.
April 30th 2021 would’ve been Captain Tom Moore’s 101st birthday; in recognition and in remembrance of his achievement, a new challenge was announced by his family. They challenged ordinary folk to complete a hundred somethings to raise more funds for The Captain Tom Foundation – ‘whether you bake 100 cupcakes or walk 100 laps – help celebrate Captain Tom’s achievements.’ The official ‘Captain Tom 100’ has now finished, but I’ve challenged myself to write a 100 word blog each day for 100 days. I started on May 1st and when I complete my task, I’ll donate £100 to his Foundation.
