Martin's Mag.

The old VW Golf-Plus (14 years old, one not-particularly-careful owner) was having its annual MOT so we took the campervan to the Cotswolds, where we parked, and walked for a few miles, just above Birdlip.

Cycling back from the Nova Scotia pub, I noticed this impressive sky.

We walked from Chepstow, in Wales, to The Lancaut Peninsular, a slightly spooky area named after the disappeared village of Lancaut in Gloucestershire, on a bend in the river Wye. A ruined church (St. James’) was abandoned officially in 1865. Probably some ghosts, but none appeared to us. Can’t speak for Lucy, though… A rather precarious walk back much lower down by the river, clambering over bolders.

On the right bank (north) side of the River Avon, although pictures are of Pill and beyond on the opposite bank. Lucy and I walked from the motorway bridge to Sylvan Way, and back through the golf club. Also couldn’t resist a picture of the Shirehampton Cricket Club ground.

Spent the day in the Quantocks on the West Somerset coast. Not yet called Coleridge Country, but only a matter of time.

Sally worries when I stand on the top of a stepladder picking plums, so she has sent Miles up. But she worries about him more, understandably, and clings to the steps adding an extra layer of tension for all concerned, including the two dogs, Lucy and Mabel.