Just a few pics from last weekends jaunts with friends, close to where I live.
A rainy start meant no pics till we were warm and dry in the pub (The Three Horseshoes, Batcombe), where we were able to toast ourselves and our damp gloves in front of the fire.
Glyders and Flowerpot larking about near Bruton.
Approaching Bruton at dusk, and a view of the pagan Spiral of Light event.
The spiral of light at Bruton Dovecot
We walked about 9 miles and narrowly avoided getting shot by the shoot, got rained upon, hailed upon, boots mudded upon and narrowly avoided getting run over by the shoot.
On Sunday we walked around the Stourhead Estate, about 5 miles, in chilly but fine weather. We got shouted at by a member of the NT 'friendly team of volunteers' because we had walked past an imaginary route closed sign, on an imaginary footpath, apparently. We are just such a bunch of rebels!
As you can see, these three were traumatised by the shouty woman.