Our walks have all been guided by Ben Gile's very resourceful book, "Wye Valley - 40 Hill and Riverside Walks." Unfortunately today, much needed rain has set in, so I am taking the opportunity to relax in our cosy accommodation and catch up on blogging.
This walk was titled - 'King Arthur's Cave and the Seven Sisters'. The starting point being Howard Park Camp Ground, found by following a series of roads that got narrower and narrower. Not good for my nerves at all.
We were parked high above the Wye River. The trail meandered through lovely woodlands, along a series of limestone cliffs, past several caves, the last said to be King Arthur's Cave. In 1695, a goatherd discovered a large skelton lying with the remains of a spear. Local legend claims it was the body of King Arthur himself.
The journey down to the Wye begins.
A magnificent old tree.
The trail, continuing on past the cave. I loved this open woodland with its canopy of shimmering green trees.
The only glimpse of the valley below.
About a kilometre was along a gravel road, to the Biblins summer camp, gearing up to be ready for the summer holidays starting on the 19th.
Biblins Park, ahead.
The suspension bridge to take us across the Wye, to follow its bank to Symonds Yat.
This flat walk beside the river was a joy, with its tree canopy, sounds of the river's gentle flow, birds chirping but not seen, and an ever changing trail.
This poor little vole had a sad end.
The rapids here are perfect for canoeing. Not one seen, but by the weekend, I am sure that will change.
At Symonds Yat we had to wait 10 mins, until one of the bar staff of the Saracen Hotel was free to take us across on the hand pulled ferry.
Our ferryman returning to the opposite shore after taking us across the Wye.
The journey back up to the car commences.
Even the paths become narrower here.
The directions when we left the riverbank seemed foolproof, until we reached this unnegotiable closed road and footpath. Where to go????
We retraced our steps and found this public footpath and hoped for the best.
Just prior to this hedge I caught a glimpse of a very pretty garden. I didn't like to stop and stare, as someone was relaxing there. A few steps later I could hear someone clipping the hedge and commented, through the hedge, that it was a hot job for the day. As a result, we had a most interesting 15 min conversation without seeing one another.
We soon found ourselves back at the car and returning, via the narrow lanes, back to our accommodation, Jollies of Goodrich. This had previously been the local shop.
Nine lovely kilometres hiked in warm humid conditions. Time for a snack and coffee, before heading out again.
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