One of the many good things about training for the BBMC is that I get to see the great outdoors, our backyard in other words, from many different places. So tonight's yomp across the ridge saw an old gray mare grazing the billiard table like greenery growing on the remains of a WWII observation post from which they used to watch
the shells exploding (or not) on the bonsai mountain just emerging in the centre of the picture here. The pool is one that either I have not seen before (possible) or one that I have seen before but had forgotten about (probable)
Rocky took advantage of the fresh supply of drool fuel
the last drink for miles as we crossed the ridge leaving the Bonsai Mountain in our wake.
At times the rounded slopes make you wonder why it gets its name of Hergest Ridge. Then again other bits put its title into perspective.
Destination was a pub in this village, the Offa's Dyke path passes its door, but warnings were aplenty, as I started along the trail I met two weather beaten walkers heads down heading home. Pleasantries were exchanged, they had set out for the pub, found it shut, walked back home again. Took them all day. I set out having arranged a lift from pub and if I got there quick I would have a cheeky glass of Vimto while waiting. Getting there in good time despite chatting to the militia about a new foal seen on the ridge his parting shot of you wont be going to the pub that's for sure rang true as it was shut. A sign in the window, closed Monday, Tuesday and Thursday, most of Wednesday, half of Friday and Sunday afternoons. Perhaps the villagers don't want a vimto as much as those walking Offa's Dyke.
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I grew up in that village, the pub was always open and was the heart of the village along with the shop and post office. The shop and post office closed some years ago, what a shame the pub is going the same way.
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