Sunday rolled around all shiny and new and, having very much enjoyed the escape to the wilds the weekend before, I determined we should repeat some perambulatory exertions this week too. Unfortunately, there was a reduced acceptance response from la famille, so it ended up being just me and Arthur and Ziggy racing the baked tarmac to Malvern - this time to sortie British Camp:
With my bijou (Snowdon climb last year) holdall - replete with sandwiches crisps, sweets, water, spray-on sun block and dog treats - and my floppy 'Cricketing' hat - we tucked the Volvo in a corner of the car-park (opposite an enormous US-imported Ford) and set off up the steep incline.
One day, I have determined that we'll spend the day going back-and-forth across the whole bumpy lot of 'em; however, for today - in the sweaty, dry hotness - British Camp was enough:
Once at 'the summit', there are a number of winding and branching ridge routes to divert you; we paused for food and then set off on a great 'top of the world' circuit.
Despite the obviously well-populated hilltop, there was more than enough space - and there were more than enough paths - for us to avoid bumping in to anyone.
Two hours, 9000 'steps' and a packet of Swizzels' Drumstick Squashies for 'energy boosting' later, we trudged - heavy-footed and panting back to our chariot:
A slightly over-the-speed-limit-with-all-the-windows-down swoosh home helped with the cooling down somewhat.
Next week: a return to The Skirrid, near Abergavenny (fingers crossed). I've also mooted a couple of days away to North Wales - Welsh Assembly Covid-19 rules & restrictions permitting - and my third ascent of 'the big one' in as many years: fingers crossed!
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