What a day! Eight hours of fast walking—Ok, no serious elevation, but still. It started out like this: For the first section, take the boring route or the suggested diversion. Instructions for the diversion: Head NE from Wilderhope Manor to Pilgrim's Cottage, turn right and take the forest track across Mogg Forest, exit at a stile and cross a field, on reaching a stream turn right and continue beside small lakes to reach Easthope Village. From here, you can ascend to Wenlock Edge and the Shropshire Way once more. I studied the route on the OS map and decided to give it a go.
Follow Victoria Hoffer's Surf and Turf Adventure: Along coasts and across countries, but hopefully, not into the abyss.
Tuesday, July 22, 2025
July 21, Wilderhope Manor to Iron bridge
July 20 Ludlow
I had choices today and after thinking about it quite a bit, decided that I had not sufficiently exploited Ludlow and its environs, so I cobbled together three walks, and yes, there was a bit of redundancy, but this is such a lovely town—I looked it up and Ludlow is not a city even though it has traffic lights, and supermarkets that are open on Sunday (albeit with abbreviated hours) and everything.
First I did a three mile town walk, then an eight mile Ludlow and East of Ludlow walk, which was absolutely lovely.
There are walks, such as the circular walk Max and I took at Bishop's Castle, which make you ask, "Are we there yet?" And then there are walks like this one that you wish would go on another five miles.
After some lunch, topped off the day with a two mile sort of highlights walk.
Photos and commentary are totally out of order because the wi-fi here is the worst, but does it matter?
Outside someone's cottage:
And the job as Reader seems pretty cushy:
A Music Shop:
Oopsie:
And the museum was closed, but just for today!
No idea what this critter is supposed to be:
A dog?
Here is a story for you. (Click on it to enlarge to read; it is worth it):
And a big black cow:
Sunday, July 20, 2025
July 18, and 19 Ludlow
Max took a train a little after 7:00 to make his way to London via Newport and then on to Heathrow. It is already lonely without him. I took off on a walk through the Mortimer Forest. Mortimer, remember him? He's the guy who has the trail form hell—at least near Kington— named after him, and ALSO a forest! Ludlow is one end of the trail and Kington the other. The Forest is better than the walk—which, in all honesty, is not the fault of Mortimer but of property owners who make devilish changes to a route. Back to the forest: It even has trees:
But the woods are not so benign as you would think. Remember Little Red Riding hood?