Saturday morning was the perfect Spring morning. Crisp, clear skies and just warm enough that you didn’t need the layers of a Blue Peter presenter heading to the arctic on a bike. The three of us (Lucy, Tom and I) headed up to the Wye Valley, just up from Chepstow Racecourse, and like something out of an Enid Blyton story trekked for days, surviving off the land. That’s what it felt like, the reality was we walked for a couple of hours then went to Tintern for a cream tea.
February 28, 2012