Caminhantes na estrada entre Chesters e Greencarts./
Walkers on the road between Chesters and Greencarts
Passei o dia absolutamente encantada com o lugar, o dia lindo – parecia verão, as ovelhas, o sítio romano… Segedunun tinha sido uma decepção, Corbridge melhorzinho, mas Chesters é espetacular. Dá pra imaginar os soldados, a movimentação sobre a ponte, o interior dos aposentos, as pessoas nos banhos… quando dei por mim a tarde já ia avançada, era hora de seguir rumo ao Greencarts, onde tinha reserva para pernoitar. Agradeci às moças da lojinha de souvenirs que guardaram minha mochila a tarde toda e indicaram o caminho para retomar a trilha de Adriano. E pé na estrada!
A caminho de Greencarts Farm / On my way to Greencarts Farm
The day was spent in complete awe. The summer weather, the sheep, the roman site, all so fantastic, I could almost see the centurions, the traffic over the bridge, the barracks, people in the bath house… Segedunun had been disappointing, Corbridge a bit better, but Chesters was the best. Then I realized it was late afternoon, time to move on towards the Greencarts, where I had a booking for the night. I thanked the girls who had kept my backpack in the souvenir shop, they pointed me the way to go, and there I was, back to Hadrian’s Wall footpath.
Greencarts’ Gates
O Greencarts não era longe mas a estrada era uma subida atrás da outra. Nada que se comparasse ao caminho de Santiago de Compostela, mas fazia muito calor, a câmera pesava na mochila, mais as lentes, foi um alívio encontrar a placa indicando Greecarts Farm, embora apontasse numa direção onde nada parecia existir. Alguns quilômetros depois, cheguei ao local.
Greencarts Farm
The Greencarts wasn’t really far, but the footpath followed uphill. Nothing compared to the Way of St. James/ Road to Santiago in Spain, but the day was hot and my backpack heavy with camera and lenses. What a relief it was to see the sign to Greencarts Farm, though it pointed towards a place where there was apparently nothing to be seen. At last I reached the farm’s gates a few miles ahead.
Lugar muito fofo / What a lovely place!
A fazenda pertencia a uma adorável senhora chamada Sandra, que logo me disse que ia chegar mais gente, e que às seis e meia levaria de carro todos os hóspedes ao pub, eu gostaria de ir também? Imaginem minha resposta. Tive uma hora para relaxar no meu quarto, super aconchegante, onde uma bandeja de chá cheia de cookies me esperava, e tomar um bom banho antes de descer para conhecer os outros caminhantes.
Meu quarto / My room upstairs
The owner was a lovely lady called Sandra who told me there were other walkers about to arrive. She was going to drive everybody to the pub at 6:30 pm, would I like to join them? You can imagine my answer. So I had one hour to enjoy my cosy room, where a tea tray full of cookies was waiting for me, and take a restoring shower before going down to meet my fellow walkers.
Dinner at the pub
O primeiro que chegou foi Les, um escocês simpaticíssimo. Pouco depois, um indiano e um americano enorme que foram colegas de colégio, não se viam há anos, e combinaram se encontrar na Inglaterra para fazer a caminhada juntos. Todo mundo se deu bem logo de cara, os três eram engraçadíssimos, passei o jantar rindo e fui dormir feliz, porque no dia seguinte teria companhia para caminhar.
Amo comida de pub. Aqui um peixe recheado com salmão defumado, legumes e molho de dill. /
I love pub food! White fish with smoked salmon filling , vegetables and dill sauce
The first to arrive was a Scot, such a friendly guy, Les was his name. Then appeared two friends, an Indian and a massive American who attended school together and, after years apart, were meeting in England to walk together the Hadrian’s Wall Footpath. Everybody got along well at once. They were very funny, my dinner was watered with laughter and later I went to bed happy, because next day I would not walk alone.
Sandra and Les, breakfast room
Sandra’s Cat
Greencarts’ breakfast room
Greencarts Farm
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