Most villages have their own distinctive sign. This is a new one erected in 2013 and features the Keston windmill, church and Roman burial mound.
Leaving the village behind I walked up a small hill to seethe Wilberforce Oak. The inscription on the bench is from the diary of William Wilberforce in 1788
Sadly this is all that remains of that oak tree today
Walking on I had a vague idea of where I wanted to go. Did I have a map? Oh no that would be far too sensible. All I had to do was follow the yellow arrows. What could be easier. I climbed over this style and crossed the field but ended up on private property. The owner told me that someone had been messing with the signs and directed me in the right direction.
The second time I got lost I scrambled under this barbed wire fence as I could see some kind of path on the other side. I felt much happier following the path until I came to this signpost.
Which way now???
This field looked promising as it seemed to have a well trodden path going across.
Some wealthy land owner arriving home by helicopter.
Climb over the style or just follow the path? Decisions, decisions.
Clambering through the trees.
I quickly walked around the electricity pylons.