Bluebells, bridges and bike rides

A few weeks ago, I set off in search of my favourite little spot that is normally festooned with bluebells at this time of year. Unfortunately they had “moved” from their usual spot to a hillside on the opposite valley side. Still the little secluded valley called the Cwm (which funnily enough means Valley in Welsh!) is a little gem and lovely with or without bluebells.

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Still, with the kids in tow, we still managed to find a few on our side of the valley on the lightly wooded slopes. The weather was warm and very un-April like and so we had an impromptu picnic consisting of wotsits, welshcakes and squash. It was nice just to sit and do nothing in particular for an hour….

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That done, we played in the stream and tried to build dams and look for trout. A nice day all in all and then pizza for tea!

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The next day we decided to walk across the Old Severn Bridge (we have two bridges across the river Severn…there’s posh) from Chepstow. This time I had one of my son’s friends to tag along. We set off on another glorious day with the intention of crossing over the bridge via the walkway/cycle track that adjoins the motorway. The bridge was built in the 1960’s to facilitate better access to South Wales with the emergence of several very large steelworks and the increasing importance of road transport. It is the lesser of the 2 bridges now after the 2nd one was built in the mid 90’s. It is still quite an iconic bridge and one that gets photographed quite alot.

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In the end we only had enough time to get halfway before turning back to get Joe’s friend home on time. Still, the kids loved it, what with being several hundred feet up in the air and walking alongside a motorway! 

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Lastly, just this weekend gone, the kids announced that they would like to go for a bike ride. Great, thinks I, a lovely cycle with the kids along back roads to the estuary. The weather was fabulous again and so we kitted out and planned to stop off at a pub at the halfway mark. As I readied to set off, I was “asked” (informed really) if some friends could tag along. I said yes as long as the parents were ok with it and all had cycling helmets. 10 minutes later, 6 grinning children slowly made their way through our village and onto a country lane.I rode at the back and watched with some amusement as some kids peddled serenely and some (the younger ones) peddled like fury to keep up. We got to the pub and all the kids had an explosion of crisps and pop followed by an hour of playing in the beer garden. Again, amongst all the mayhem, I found myself with time to reflect and just sit still for once.

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With tea-time approaching, we set off like some proverbial goose and gooslings in a line back along the lane towards the village again. Motorists all gave us a cheery wave and a very slow wide berth (there are still some manners left in the world). Eventually we slogged up the hill that we live on and I deposited 4 very tired but excited kids back with their respective parents. It was fun, it really was and I guess they all had a good time because since then I have had a steady stream of requests to “do it again” this weekend!

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Halcyon days

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About Saddlebags and Backpacks - a brewer's outdoor adventures

I am a keen hiker, camper, cyclist and general all round gear addict..... I also manage to be a professional brewer in my non-spare time :->
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