Yesterday I was out with Crosby Rambling Club on a walk in the border country spanning Shropshire and Wales.
We started our walk from the outskirts of Church Stoke and almost immediately began the climb up Todleth Hill. This is one of the volcanic hills in the area and was very steep.
Our next objective was Roundton Hill which is a National Nature Reserve.
So far it had been straightforward but then things began to go wrong. A mixture of padlocked gates, signposts obscured by ivy and missing waymarks led to some unplanned diversions. Perhaps no one had walked this way for some time for there was no sign on the ground of paths marked on the map.
We were never lost. Thanks to our GPS we always knew exactly where we were. It was just not always where we wanted to be.
Eventually we reached Hyssington where we stopped for lunch, sitting at tables in a recreation area. What luxury, except for the rain.
We now headed south crossing farmland where paths had been cut alongside the crops.
The sun had finally come out and we were able to appreciate the views.
We climbed over Alston Hill back into England making new friends along the way.
We crossed over The Wintles to drop down into Bishops Castle and some well earned refreshments.
Time for a pint in the Six Bells.