It’s still very much a novelty that I can step out of my front door and, within just a few minutes, find myself surrounded by fields, forests, rivers and lakes; a novelty which I doubt will wear off. There are countless local walks, whose routes have been mapped, photographed and described in varying degrees of detail, such that you’re truly spoilt for choice. And if you’re prepared to venture off those well-worn pathways and simply follow your nose, I doubt you’d ever run out of places to visit. Continue reading “Frosty morning walk”
When you move to a new town it’s not unusual to want to know more about it; moreso perhaps than if you’ve lived somewhere all your life. And there’s a great deal to know, it seems, about the small town of Bewdley, nestled in the Severn Valley, and only a few minutes from the Wyre Forest in the county of Worcestershire. I’d visited many times in the past, but just recently, after not a little encouragement, I made my home here; and I’ve not regretted it for a minute.Continue reading “About me and this blog”
After being gently enouraged by certain members of my family, I finally tied my spotted handkerchief to the end of a stick, bundled up my belongings and relocated from Birmingham to Bewdley. Not a great distance by any means, but for peace-of-mind… a world apart, it turns out.
I’m lucky enough now, to find myself living in a riverside appartment, and the contentedness I get from gazing out of my living room window upon the mighty River Severn, rather than the less than charming view of the back of a Tesco Express, which I’d previously been subjected to, cannot be overstated. Continue reading “Breakfast in Bewdley”