Today we went somewhere new – to Wenchford in the Forest of Dean.
You head up past Lydney and just after the Cock Inn you turn left. Its a small spot which has a river. We mucked about crossing the stream, and Kate nearly got stuck – luckily Ma, was on hand to create a survival route. We swang and walked. I cannot believe its so hard to swing on a rope after 43 years and an extra 2 stone.
It was pretty quiet except for the obligatory dog walkers, some folk were having a short sleeved picnic as we were leaving.
It was okay. We had a quick pint in the Cock Inn, as it was rude not to.