Another week of bad kneeness – it’s getting a little silly now.
Went out on the Tues and Weds for just the little 3 milers, keeping it in the village to keep away from cambers!! And then a 5 mile on Friday, which was a little painful.
Didn’t go out on the Friday this week for a change, so up early doors, bright eyed and bushy tailed ready for a trip up to Malvern., We had been threatening to go there for some time, so on the spur of the moment we booked up and off we trot.
Its only about a hour and a bit from home, up to Ross and turn off, so it wasn’t long before we were parked up and hiking up the hill to the hotel. As we booked last minute the only place which was reasonable was the Foley Arms, which was a Whetherspoons hotel (apparently there are a few of these, I had no idea), so although it was very early we managed to drop our bags off and went to the hike proper…
Up and up from the hotel we headed towards St Ann’s Well, Kate not enjoying it, me being hot then cold then hot then cold.. After a time of up hilling we joined the main path around the Malvern Hills, and as the weather closed in, we followed the well worn paths north and around and back to the south. It was cold, and very misty, but was a good walk, a bit of wetness in the air, but nothing too bad. After a couple of hours we decended into Upper Wyche and the pub.
Okay place, Surprisingly big, they served Grolsh, and a reasonable variety of food, however they were mega inflexible when it came to having something “off-piste”. Food was average but they did have some very spicy crisps. After a couple or three beers we headed off back into the cold and the return trip to St Ann’s.
This was around the eastern edge of the hills, and was a narrow track through the “woods”, quite a nice change from the bracing exposure of the hills themselves. Saw some cows on the hill in the woodland, which seemed odd and before we knew it we were in another pub.
Wales were playing at 4, so we checked into our, very large, with a great view, room and baggsed a sofa in the pub for the rugby. As it was Wales playing the place wasn’t too busy, but enough for a tiny bit of atmos.
Rugby done, we sampled one more place with a miserable bar lady, and off for a ruby.
Went over the wetlands when we got back on the Sunday, and ran around it, was braced today, but still had pains, managed about 6 miles.
Miles: 18 and 6 hiking
Beers: 20