Not Bush Craft at all, merely a three day excursion to foreign lands, ok, just a few miles over the border to England..
Loaded and ready to go.Previous experience in the land of the welsh Marches tells me to be prepared for just about any weather. That's my gloves loose on top..The load wasn't really untidy..
135 miles to Shropshire. A cold ride actually, into a Easterly wind all the way. I was glad to arrive at a working farm campsite in the Shropshire hills. Deserted early week days but no doubt busy after I left today, Friday 1st.
Such a beautiful Oak, I spent a lot of time in his shade on the second day which when sheltered from the wind turned into a hot sunny day. How many children have been happy under the Forest King?
My view from the bedroom...
And from here things start to go downhill...
Accommodation good, views spectacular, cuisine...just my style..my compliments to the Chef..
Yonder are the hills of Cymru .
The fields were studded with Cuckoo Flowers ( Ladies Smock ) but the Farmer's Grass Mower prevents them standing tall.
The wind never really did die away for the three days/nights, but the sound in the surrounding forest after dark was like breaking surf as the wind gusts rushed through the trees.
Home now, gear sorting and a wash for Scoot can wait until tomorrow I think..
Loaded and ready to go.Previous experience in the land of the welsh Marches tells me to be prepared for just about any weather. That's my gloves loose on top..The load wasn't really untidy..
135 miles to Shropshire. A cold ride actually, into a Easterly wind all the way. I was glad to arrive at a working farm campsite in the Shropshire hills. Deserted early week days but no doubt busy after I left today, Friday 1st.
Such a beautiful Oak, I spent a lot of time in his shade on the second day which when sheltered from the wind turned into a hot sunny day. How many children have been happy under the Forest King?
My view from the bedroom...
And from here things start to go downhill...
Accommodation good, views spectacular, cuisine...just my style..my compliments to the Chef..
Yonder are the hills of Cymru .
The fields were studded with Cuckoo Flowers ( Ladies Smock ) but the Farmer's Grass Mower prevents them standing tall.
The wind never really did die away for the three days/nights, but the sound in the surrounding forest after dark was like breaking surf as the wind gusts rushed through the trees.
Home now, gear sorting and a wash for Scoot can wait until tomorrow I think..
