Showing posts from August, 2012

Winchcombe or Bust.

In the last posting about our walk along the Gloucestershire Way , we had reached Little Farmcote en-route for Winchcombe. the first photo shows the shot from the skyline , which I showed last week. From this point, the path took us through a small copse and then having reached the summit, began to descend rapidly through fields and very muddy tracks. It was difficult to keep  my footing and I was glad of my stick for support Gradually, I'm pleased to say the slope lessened and we were rewarded with views of Winchcombe ahead. After that we meet grassy fields full of sheep. We kept this pastorial image intact until we reached a small passage way which led us to Castle Street and a crossing of the River Isbourne by the road bridge. The final approach to Winchcombe's High Street came  from a climb along  Castle Street. We had made it.    Tewkesbury here we come. ******************** More Muddy Wo

Farmcote Walk: Old Rockers: picsbits.

 You may remember, that  The Major, in his last pronouncement; regarding Olympic medal prospects, said that "as long as we sat down, we were good---- " Well, as it turned out; although we did better than expected in the track and field events, nevertheless final figures showed :            Standing 47                                                     Sitting     66 so the old chap had a point after all. 00000000000000 After a delay of some weeks, D. and I went back to the Gloucestershire Way . We had reached the village of Farmcote, having walked from Ford on our last outing. Ford to Farmcote pics. Having parked the car, we left the road through a gate on the right and followed the track past a barn, into a short copse to walk along a fine sweeping curve of land; which our guide book describes as a " Belvedere ." A new word for me; which according to my online dictionary, means  ' a fair view, usually as seen from a rooftop, or g

Gavin & The Old Timer.

Went down to Ledbury the other day. ledbury It was a very pleasant country town. The picture shows the old market place, with a lovely display of plants for sale. Later on D. and I ventured into a flea- market, where there were lots of interesting things for sale. I picked a wonderful 'tacky ' lime green casio watch from an old timer (pun intended) for two pounds. Bargain!  I asked him how business was going and he said, that the problem was that the "kids" didn't want watches anymore, for the simple reason that if they wished to know the time,  they merely looked at their mobile phones. Progress always bears a price. *8*8*8*8*8* Gavin and Stacy Land Ynys   Y  Bari                         By way of Arriva,                                  step down to platform and                                           move to the beach via fair ground.                                  Evoking memories of  those lost romances

Homeland Again: Old Barges Seldom Die.

Spent quite a portion of time watching the 'pics; so I didn't get out much this week. However I did manage to pay a visit to my old stamping ground Cam, near Dursley, last Friday ( 3/ 8 ). D. and I walked up the lane near where  we had lived and came eventually to Cam Woodfield Junior School; where I taught from 1970 - 1974,  at the onset of my teaching career. I always reckoned the playing field (see pic. above); upon which I taught football, rounders and cricket, built up my immunity from the cold. As you may have guessed  from the  tree shapes, the wind really whistled across here. Walking back down the lane, I took in the view and realised how high we were. One could easily see the Severn plain stretching out into the distance. It's the old story, places near to your place of residence, never get the attention they merit. By any standards these views were the equal of many of our Cotswold rambles. After walking back to the car; before driving