A sunny Saturday and we trained to Portsmouth Harbour, ferried to Gosport and walked through the busy pedestrian shopping and market street westwards. After half an hour left the centre on a cycle and pedestrian track made from an abandoned railway, heading south for Alverstoke. This place has a grand crescent in the Georgian style seen in Bath and Brighton, built as a new resort it failed to grow and is now a pleasing oddity.
Nephew Laurence and his wife Lynsey fed us in their sunny garden and – special treat – provided me with a bottle of Gosport based Oakleaf Brewery’s India Pale Ale. Delicious. We also met Harrison, who, at nine weeks old had little to say.