Nibley hill again

Another hot and sunny afternoon, too nice simply to spend
the time watching Wimbledon.
I decided to visit Nibley hill again and enjoy a walk in cool,
shady woodland.
Parking my car in the village I set off
initially with a steep climb…….



……past knarled rooted old trees, clinging on to
their hold on the slope….



…finally emerging onto the hill top by the Tyndale monument.
This was erected as a memorial to William Tyndale who ended
his days burnt at the stake for having had the temerity to
translate the bible into (what was then) intelligible English.
It was (or is?) believed by some that this W. Tyndale was born
in North Nibley. Evidence suggests, however that it was merely
a namesake born here, not the martyr. No doubt the local
Tyndale would be very chuffed to have ended up with a memorial
to him at his native village.



Here seemed a good place to stop and catch my breath….



…..and enjoy the view…..



….before setting off across grassy meadow….



for the shade of the woodland with its maze of pathways.
Perfect for a peaceful communion with the natural world!



Finally, though I headed back out into the sunlit grassland
for a final look at the views before heading home for a
refreshingly cool drink.

A trip to the beach

Arriving in Dover at 9.30 today, I was in plenty of
time to have a chat with mum and dad before they
were off to Canterbury for an appointment.
They told me of there 7 mile walk of yesterday,
along the cliffs from Langdon. Obviously mum is
feeling fitter and stronger for having the treatment!
Once they went off at 10 a.m. I was left to my own
devices and had decided that today was the day
for my first swim in the sea for this year.





I recalled visiting the beach with the Brunein's
a few weeks back.



Today it was less breezey, although enough for a
group to be out sailing in the harbour. Last time
one man lay on the beach, sheltered behind a breakwater.
Today there were a scattering already, more arriving as
time past. So, in I went. After the initial shock of cold I
got into my stride and enjoyed 20 minutes swimming.
Then I returned home for a quick shower before going
off to Bridge to meet mum & dad at the White Horse pub for lunch.

Blogs got pics(I hope)

Since I now have the technical wherewithal to add photos to my blog I here present my first attempt.



Here I am sitting at my back door (looking a little serious I admit- next time I'll remember to smile when taking a photo of myself!)
Jessie is wondering what that funny thing with three legs is on the other side of the pond. Why is it flashing that little light?