Back to the Dee Estuary this week, and a new walk. Ronnie takes us on an adventure.
“Tolkein fans may have already spotted that we’ve purloined the subtitle of ‘The Hobbit’ for the name of this week’s walk. So be it, but that does not mean we’re hobbits. Only one of us has hairy feet, we rarely have two breakfasts, and neither of us has a ring that makes us invisible.
But we do like an adventure. And as we’ve ambled up and down the Dee coastline these past weeks we’ve kept wondering ‘How far upriver does this Marshland stretch? What lies beyond the fields we know?’
So this week we nosed our way down to the marsh front just by the Harp Inn, where we last went on my ‘official’ birthday in January, and strode off, upriver, into the misty marsh…
And eventually we get as far upriver as we are allowed to go. Right on the Welsh border is a the military rifle range we were warned of a while back. And from here the road is closed to us.
Now obviously if this were really ‘The Hobbit’ we’d bed down in a little hollow, wait until cover of darkness, and then make our way through that gap in the earthworks you can see above, and take our chances with whatever terrors may lie beyond.
But being, in fact, the two of us, out having our traditional ‘nice time not working on a Friday’ walk, we didn’t. Instead we retraced some of our steps…
But all too soon it was time for the two friends to turn their faces homewards…
And when they got home, they looked at the pictures their devices had made, drank magical elixir, and their day came gently to an end.”
– The End –