Saturday, May 17, 2014
On the Avon side, the views were much more bucolic. Having said that, the Gorse Fox did divert his planned route at one point when an angry sheep started bellowing at him. He left the planned path and took an alternative for a few hundred yards before cutting back to the original route - way beyond the irritable ovine.
The hot weather was taking its toll. It had been a long tome since GF had been on a decent walk and he was out of practice. The route was heading inexorably towards Twyning, and the Gorse Fox has become acquainted with a good pub by the Rivera at Twyning.
A long cold cider was calling across the fields and GF quickened his pace; it would be rude to keep it waiting.
After a refreshing stop, GF carried on through the village and back up to Puckrup, where he had started.