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Mike tells us about his walk today.
This is the new tramped path down towards the valley.
The tower across the valley which is now a private residence.
We stop to admire the reflections in the lake.
A heron quietly fishing.
The belted galways keep chewing the cud as we walk past.
This lime tree has a very rotten core, no wonder it has come crashing down.
Woodchester Mansion in brightening skies.
At last, the promised ‘Twinkles at Tinkley Gate’
Coffee stop at one of the play parks.
March of the honey fungus.
Back for coffee
Photos and captions by Tina, uploaded by Olivia