*For my 6th birthday, grandma put a crisp dollar bill in a card and instructed me to go get something I really wanted. The then 3-year-old release of Bringing It All Back Home was on sale at Woolworth for 99 cents, and I really wanted Maggie’s Farm; this amused mom no end as she thought I would by a model or a giant bag of army men. For this year’s birthday run, 45 years hence (yeah, I am now 51 years old), I loaded a shitload of Dylan on my mp3 player and headed to Trowbridge.
The route was simple and not too much of it off the paved surfaces, as you might be able to tell better from this link http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=5951129 than from the copy of the above map. A hard rain was forecast but for those lucky enough not to be expecting rain it was still not dark yet (but it was getting there)…there’s three paraphrased Dylan quotes in one sentence for those keeping score.Don’t forget that the country code is 44 if you ladies seek to contact Danny. This was sighted at the Swindon Bus Station.
The above bridge was between Woolverton and Rode or, more importantly, between the Red Lion and the Cross Keys. The one below is in Trowbridge where the stream is a little more decorative.
There wasn’t a lot of graffiti, surprisingly. The one below, spotted on the way out of Trowbridge, was a brief amusement; however, it was time for my boot heels to be wandering.