Off I go again! Westwards this time, towards Oxford. I walked from Reading to Goring along the Thames. Pretty countryside, but not a lot to report except this picturesque church at Whitchurch:
A bit later on I came across a crazy horse who was trying to nom his way through a fence.
Best not to ask questions I think. Finally just before I got to Goring the path went under this very attractive railway bridge:
UPDATE: It has come to my attention that the title of this post could be misread. For clarification, Reading is a town in Berkshire (pronounced /ˈrɛdɪŋ/) and not an activity involving books; and Goring is a town in Oxfordshire, not something violent involving bull fighting, or a Nazi leader. I hope that clears up any misunderstandings.