Not being quite sure where you are is not necessarily the same as being lost: Tim and I set off on our road bikes for Tewkesbury and then headed West towards Ledbury. Spying a small road South signposted to Redmarley we risked being geographically embarrassed as we ventured into the unknown. We passed through Pendock and other sleepy villages before stopping at Maismore for snacks, overlooking the fast flowing, muddy River Severn. It was then a simple quick blast home on more familiar roads.
With a nice warm evening in prospect, undeterred by the fact that I have recently demolished the barbeque, we sizzled sausages on the chimenea for supper and I stupidly taught Tim 'Pass The Pig', which he then kept winning.
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