I really can’t recommend ‘the unicorn Inn’ enough in Ludlow. The food is out of this world and hats off to these guys to keep up the quality amid these difficult times. Staying there made me think how tough it must be for landlords. Most pubs struggle at the best of times but when 1/2 the year is cancelled….
You’ll never believe it but it was raining this morning… my plan was to leave Shropshire, into Herefordshire and onto a little place called Symonds Yat, just outside of Ross on Wye. Don’t panic my campsite is at least a mile from the boarder. I heard a full lockdown might be looming. That’s tough but we know what to do / what not to do this time… maybe.
I’m staying on a campsite half way up Great Doward. A tree filled, hill with houses dotted along its steep winding track. At the top is the aptly names ‘nest’ which used to be my grandmothers little retreat. Sadly not in the family anymore and I gather in disrepair but I’ll explore more tomorrow morning. I’ve just realised I forgot to buy milk…. oh we take the little things for granted don’t we… it made me think of the farmer I met just outside of ‘the lakes’, 3 milks a day….
Now where was I…. Ludlow to Leominster was head down, nose to tarmac, it was pissing it down. There’s a Cadbury’s factory as a marker, which then joined me up to a more appropriate cycle track via Stoke Prior, Bodenham, Sutton St Nicholas and other picturesque villages before I arrived in Hereford. I love the mixed house cladding here and the pink. There is a mix of wood, Brick, stone and the pink which I didn’t find out about. You’d think all those mixtures wouldn’t work but they do don’t they.
The main drag out of Hereford towards Monmouth, Abergavenny or Ross on wye is a beauty. I reckon it’s a 5mile hill. Not too steep but a tester no doubt. I guess I’m pretty fit now but broke a sweat up this bad boy. Good to look back from time to time – yes I’m doing ok.
Then it happened…
The sun came out in all its glory and Herefordshire paraded off it’s deep covering of green and brown. This is a place that’s rich with nature. No skyscrapers, man made towns here. It felt like it probably felt 500 years ago. Bar the Welsh petrol heads of course. They didn’t have cars in those days but maybe in those days there were welsh stage coach racers or something… who knows.
I wish I’d had more time to… I don’t know, sit under a tree and take it in but I was pushed for time and my 41 miles was looking more like 50. know 9 miles doesn’t seem much but at the end of the day and if the conditions are wrong, that could take well over an hour.
The campsite I’m on closes for the season tomorrow. There are just a few camper vans and one other tent with two other cyclists.
Doug told me they were on a two day board meeting. I was convinced they made that up….but I can hear them now dictating to their EA’s, there’s talk of Japanese and I can hear I think the rummaging through a bowl of high class biscuits that’s set in the middle of their picnic table. Every so often I hear another bottle of Perrier water open…
Tomorrow I cross a big bridge but until then enjoy your evening. I’m a gonner. Over and Out