Last night I wrote my blog, but my tablet died and I could not send it out.
Yesterday, we started in Wells, and cycled to Cheddar up along a range of hills. Cheddar is like any other small Somerset town, except for a multitude of the “only genuine cheddar cheese” shops. The bottom of the gorge is extremely tacky with people queuing to go into private caves. The gorge itself is magnificent, and except for a few yards where I ran out of steam, cyclable.
At the top we paused and Tom produced and shared some real Cheddar cheese.
On to our mid-morning snack, at Chew Valley lake, a reservoir, with flocks of gulls, coots a few ducks and great crested grebe.
At Chew Stoke I got lost three times by misreading the Garmin Saddle Skedaddle provided us with. Finally, I got to Long Ashton and was taken through a complicated route through a big housing estate. Endless cul-de-sacs and small snickets to navigate. I got lost again and was rescued by our guide who cycled ahead showing me the way. Round Ashton Park and over the Clifton Suspension Bridge for lunch at a café on Bristol Down. On about 10 miles to the Severn Bridge
And on again past Chepstow to Tintern.
Next day, we set off up the Wye Valley and turned up a steep hill to climb to Coleford and then through the Forest of Dean where we stopped for a snack. I was delighted to see the Dilke Memorial Hospital in the middle of the Forest, so that every boy born there could become a free miner. Up to Hartbury for lunch, where we stopped between the 11th century chuch and the tithe barn, the largest in the country.
Our next stage was to Upton on Severn for tea and then to our hotel in Worcester.