Some Herefordshire scenery for you

Having said Herefordshire scenery, this is actually just over the Worcestershire border at Malvern . . . and the one below.

British Camp which marks the county line between Worcs and Herefs.

The back of the Malvern Hills.

What I couldn't take photographs of was the River Wye, after heavy rain, nosey-parkering where it shouldn't have been, being adventurous, exploring fields and trackways it had no business to be and turning ploughed fields into paddy-fields and submerging stubble beneath lakes of water. We looked at photos of flooded Hereford town and surrounding villages when we were getting lunch at the Ledbury Tesco's, and it looked like a lot of people had a pretty wretched time of things.

On the way there a lorry flashed his lights at us near Stoke Edith, and we slowed, expecting water on the road, but finding instead a fallen cider apple tree, collapsed onto the road by wind, rain and weight of fruit.  We were unable to stop and had to crawl round it, but how I wished we could have pulled over so I could fill a bag with apples to make cider with!   Near Ledbury we had to follow an enormous swaying trailer of cider-apples being taken off to make cider for Westons or one or the other big cider makers in the county.

The polytunnels near Bredwardine were like skeletons, with their polythene skirts all hitched up for the winter months.  Strawberries are grown inside them, up on slug-proof raised-trays.

On the way home we did a little detour up towards Kington, to check out a property we like (and which is the only possible contender for our current short list of one!)  We will need to go and see it when Tam is home again - it is in a village, and on a side road, rather than the main A-road which runs through the village.  A little hemmed-in with other properties but then we have had such privacy here (the nearest property is 1/4 mile away) that anywhere is going to seem cheek-by-jowl.

We came back through Eardisley, but before we dropped down onto the A-road there, I couldn't resist stopping to take these photos looking across to Hay Bluff and the Black Mountains.

The soft afternoon light lit up stubble fields to bleached whiteness, and leaves shone amber as the sun snuggled into the hills.  It was so peaceful and we had to drag ourselves away.

Yesterday I paid the price for our day out, and felt proper poorly again and had to rest up.  We were supposed to be having another viewing today, but fortunately the Agents rang up yesterday morning to say he had cancelled and so I abandoned housework and went back to bed.  The steroids only let me sleep for about 3 hours on the bad nights, and then the next night I will sleep better (from exhaustion) and I'm glad it was just a 5 day course I was on this time.

Today we have been down to Llansteffan for some sea air so I will leave you with a little tempting photo with more to follow tomorrow.

We both felt better for the beach walk and the fresh air.  It was 11.30 ish when we were here - looks like nightfall doesn't it?!