Yesterday, a walk quite close to Gloucester and Cheltenham at Witcombe, or Great Witcombe to be exact. With my good friend Robin, we wandered around the reservoirs, then gradually walked up the hills of the Cotswold escarpment behind on a day well worth waiting for. Clear blue skies and warm enough to increase our intake of Vitamin D. My little bird song recognition app going bonkers as the birds were enjoying the sun too. At the top of the hill, we join the Cotswold Way, meeting a couple of pleasant ladies, one of whom asked us, ” What are you lads walking today?” Lads? We haven’t been called that for quite some years, but it was a bonus. Wild garlic was looking promising under the trees, and we stuck to our unwritten rule of not talking too much of politics, meandering occasionally into ‘Art Bollockspeak’. Robin has become a bit of an expert at it.

Back down through the fields, passing an angry message scrawled “PRIVATE KEEP OUT”, which we did with mutterings of :”If they just said please, it would make everyone feel better”

Back to Robin’s souped-up milk float car, all-electric magic, and then a stop for a hearty Beef Cobbler at a favourite local cafe. An afternoon snooze might have been in order. Magic day.