Hiking Without Supervision

Today was going to be a short hike day to get to our accommodation in Birdlip, and since we were close to Gloucester, I decided I wanted to go see the Cathedral. It did not disappoint. Stunning architecture, incredible stained glass, and a feeling of peace inside.

All of the towns and villages are getting ready for the Coronation in May and things are starting to get festive. Even the post boxes are getting decorated. I wonder all the time who uses the post boxes, especially the ones sitting in someone’s garden in the middle of nowhere. One of those hmmmm, moments!

At the end of our day, we had to go up, of course. Murray turned to me and said, “This is no any fun, it’s fucking torture. Every hill is like the last one, they are all the fucking same.” I mentioned we were almost at the top and he says “check page 2, I bet it says there is no fucking top.” The joys.

We eventually made it to the top and decided to google how to determine the grade. Once the math was done, it said 52% grade. Honest! No wonder he was moaning. And, you have to wonder who built all this shit up here, and why? And who designed this trail anyway? The forestry people have to get trucks up here, so there has to be an easier way. (I’m not moaning, just saying!).

It looks like milk still gets delivered up here too. I would have thought that health and safety would have something to say about that. Anyway, Murray was very happy when we turned the corner and there was the hotel for the night.