No Room at the Inn
Trip Start May 22, 2009
197Trip End Feb 16, 2010
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I had quite a difficult time this afternoon. Totally ran out of steam. I think it’s from the sun, but there’s no way that I’m going to complain about it! But as the terrain got hillier, I got slower
We were getting quite desperate for a campground after cycling 105km of hills. Came into the little town of Great Bourton. The first campsite on our route since this morning. But the lady at reception wouldn’t give us a space We were NOT cycling another 20+ km to our next marked site at this point. This town was big enough that we’d seen a sign for one B&B, so we thought that would at least be an option. So back we went to find the proverbial FULL sign on the gate. There was a chap standing near the end of the lane, so Brian struck up a conversation with him asking if he knew any farmers who would let us put up our tent
These last few weeks for us camping in England have been the most difficult for finding campsites. We’re always turned away or can’t find a place for some reason or another. I’ve been thinking about Mary and Joseph and can sympathize. Weary after a day of traveling, being turned away time and again. Thank goodness I’m not in labor! Now tonight, we’ve been offered a sheep’s paddock to sleep in - not quite a barn. When reading about helping strangers and being a good Samaritan, I always thought that I would be on the giving end before the receiving end.
Strange how a few months ago we were both respectable citizens who had good jobs, cars, and a home. Now we’re begging for a small patch of grass to sleep on. If I had a chance to think rationally about what’s going on, I may change my mind. But luckily, I have no time to think - just to do what’s necessary.
But we settled in just the same and it was one of the comfiest nights yet with the long grass grown for he sheep to eat. It’s a beautiful panoramic view towards the east. Brian (the sheep farmer) gave us lots of little stories about what we were seeing and some history of the area. We heard about the famous people who had gone to the boys boarding school across the way. And that the furrows we could see in the field were actually from medieval farmers. And about the Roman artifacts that he’s found when a family of badgers dug up a new den. And about the great battle that was fought in the planes below. Strange to think that armies may have slept in this very spot so many years ago, anxious for the battle that the morning light would bring them.