It’s one of our biggest counties and had such variety and riches to appreciate. On a cycle, you see it, breath it, absorb it, love it. Amazing Stoke Basingstoke. Home to my lovely cousin Katy and her family.
Blooming marvelous in the spring sunshine. Following cycle route 23 to Winchester and noticing snowdrops Crocuses, daffodils and cyclamens. There was a phone box turned into a library and art gallery, a war memorial to leave one of Brother Martin’s name tags hidden in the timbers.
At Winchester we meet the bishop and his staff for a blessing and a pilgrim prayer. On through the undulating afternoon sunshine towards Portsmouth and the ferry. Never underestimate Hampshire. Or England. Or springtime. The world is fine!