Next day, after Matthew wandered up to the campsite for a good morning coffee and after a brief 'put the world to rights' conversation we left Oxford to
head for the Malverns.
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| Well, it dawned bright enough..... |
It should have been a pretty drive, along the upper
Thames valley, past Witney, then skirting the southern Cotwolds before heading
north past Gloucester to the campground near Ledbury. Sadly it drizzled the whole way.
The place we are staying - Eastnor Castle - is a stately
home which developed its Deer Park as a music festival venue. When its not
hosting Jools Holland, or the odd Ibiza Trance fayre, ('Erefrd Trance doesn't
quite have the same ring!) then His Grace opens the park to the camping
proletariat for a very modest stipend. His Grace's baronial pile is a truly
gruesome Gothic pastiche of a Medieval castle. The Deer Park, however is magnificent, rolling
across the lower, western slopes of the Malvern Hills, with many a sinuous picturesque pathway and thoughtfully plonked copse.
Just after we arrived the drizzle became a rainstorm
alternating with periods of freezing cold wind, after a couple of flashes of
lightening suddenly night fell, and we turned in early, but not before sampling a couple of bottles from the on-board cellar.
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| Bored Pete, "let's take a photo of Gill with my iphone...." |
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| still bored... dum-de-dum CLICK1 |
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