The Ridgeway

The Ridgeway: Ivinghoe Beacon

In which we take an ice white walk through the woods to start the Ridgeway, and find golden nymphs dancing in the trees on Britain’s oldest trail.

In which I find a man in the sky, a magical wood and a blood red battlefield, all without the use of hallucinogenics

In which I take a very slow walk along the Ridgeway and fail to be arrested under section 128 of the Serious Organised Crime Act

In which I find mud and skylarks, and celebrate a special birthday

In which I go for an adventure on the runaway bus

In which I wander by the river in Oxfordshire

In which I stop searching for happiness and find joy