This is my last walk on the Portway. After Winster, it overlaps with the Limestone Way past Robin Hood's Stride - I walked that part with Mom last summer - before veering off towards Alport. By then it is getting too far away for me. An hour each way is my limit, otherwise the ratio between driving and walking becomes unhappily high. Winster takes 53 minutes. I park in the small car park opposite the Miners Standard (the pub doesn't bother with an apostrophe), where I am pleased to see that a grubby sign references the Portway. I zigzag down the hill between houses built a long time before anyone thought that cars would need to get to them. On the main street, the Market House has a green Land Rover parked aesthetically next to it. The door says Open, so I climb the stairs and find myself in a bright, white-painted room with displays about the history of the village. At one point Winster boasted "two grocers, two dairies, two saddlers, three sets of petrol pumps...[many...
Getting through life one cake at a time.