UP TO THE TOR, DOWN TO THE 6X

Ooh, genuine tourist material for you. James and I, bonding on another Father-Son walking trip this week, agreed that THIS is Britain’s worst tourist attraction as we whizzed past it on the A303; Wouldn’t it be sensible if we moved those silly stones somewhere out of the way (South Dakota would be fine) so we… Continue reading UP TO THE TOR, DOWN TO THE 6X

IN THE VALE OF THE WHITE HORSE

On the Sunday I picked up Sis from the pre-booked car park north of Bristol Temple Meads and headed home. “Anywhere you want to stop on the way” she said. Funny you should say that.  The social club at Stanford in the Vale has the sort of opening hours designed to annoy pub tickers, no… Continue reading IN THE VALE OF THE WHITE HORSE

WELCOME BACK TO CHIPPING SODBURY

One more from Gloucestershire for now, leaving most of the Forest of Dean and the less hipster bits of Brizzle for August.  If I finish Glos before GBG19 comes out it’ll be a breakthrough year. I’d been looking forward to a return to Chipping Sodbury, to reassure myself it’s not a fictitious joke place like… Continue reading WELCOME BACK TO CHIPPING SODBURY