We stopped off at the Old Sweet Shop and stocked up on some goodies before heading to the Co-Op for some supplies. My headache had started to clear so we journeyed on to the Malverns. We parked near the top of the hill and before long we were walking up the paths to the British Camp; an Iron Age fort similar to Castle Ring. Sally was feeling unfit but was glad that I was going slowly enough for her (I wasn't feeling that fit myself, truth be told)!
Weather-wise, it was the best day that I had experienced since our arrival, and the top of the hill afforded a magnificent view all across Worcestershire on one side, and all across Herefordshire to the Black Mountains – the border to Wales. A military aircraft pilot looked like he was having fun as his plane flew overhead and circled several times. The sound of it was deafening, especially when he flew quite close to us. We walked for about an hour over the ridge and back passing quite a few people also out for a walk. We stopped off at the local pub where I finally had a real coffee - with an extra shot...
Sally had an appointment for a haircut so she dropped me off at their house while she went out. I managed to catch up on my log, which had seriously fallen behind, before Mark and Ben came home. I managed to get some washing done and out on the line before Sally came back, then we all jumped back in the car and headed off for Tewkesbury. Ben didn’t want to go to the Abbey, but Mark persuaded him to come and they would go to the local playground instead. Sally and I walked through Tewkesbury Abbey, watched the short video, and marvelled at the size and complexity of it.
On the way out of Tewkesbury, we stopped by a local bookshop where I bought a couple of books for Will and Tim. They came highly recommended by both Mark and Sally, so I knew that our boys would like them.
After we arrived back home again, we played with Ben, had cups of tea, then Mark and I went out to Pershore for a curry night out with the boys from Mark’s home group. There were about nine of us of varying ages and occupations. I sat across from a young lad called James who lives on a canal boat, and so we had an interesting chat about that. He declared that he was going to have a Madras because he was working up to a Vindaloo. Not one to miss an opportunity, I offered to get a Vindaloo and he could try some of mine. It was hot, but I managed to keep my head on. We arrived home quite late, so we quietly snuck into the house and went to sleep.
