Base Camp!!! Som of us can actually trade in the soaking wet Boots!!! 

Village crossroads... 2 miles from base camp... loosely translated that means "car"

the woods are lovely .. dark and deep..
but I have promises to keep..
And thirteen miles to go before I can contemplate sleep!!! 

Travellers greeting each other ... for the way ahead... His manner was now meek and conciliatory, like that of a black-beetle which sees the cook reaching for the insect powder and does its best to show her that it fully realises that it has brought this on itself. 

That's the outhouse in question!!! 

Living here costs a better part of a million pounds.. and thats just for the outhouse! 

Like fine vodka martini... shaken and stirred!!! 

Onwards Christian soldiers.... Plodding! 

See what I mean...??? 

This would be a part of the Temple of Winds... great place to snooze...if there is no rain

Interesting, how even in the wilderness one is bound by contract... and stepping into the forest, tacitly accepting the contract. Sort of like microsoft thing... press enter to sign enter... btw you have just signed over your lifes savings!!! 

Meadow en route.... great view 

And the wading commences.. mostly in Mud and mostly uphill!!  

The village ground.. with the path neatly hidden behind the main building....weather looks great 

D and Friend ... with the Pub in the background! 

We should have turned LEFT!!! 

The return route... would like to take a more difficult one back... should be fun? Target...reach car before Sunset... dont want to ask badgers for direction... 

Lost in translation....... 

Us .. on Autotimer..therefore someone missing..  

THE BAR - -Sight for sore eyes... even without the hike!! 

In the Pub with Fuller's finest and waiting for the Game platter.... Venison, Rabbit and some wold bird.. 

The incomplete bridge...close to the village (and Pub!)... 

Hmmm... may be a bunch of juvenile delinquents....
In the rwords og P G Wodehouse...

She looked like something that might have occured to Ibsen in one of his less frivolous moments.

Summer Lightning (1929)

In canada they have seal culling... dispicable activity.. in England they have tree culling (or atleast thats what this looks like) .. no good for furniture.. unless the locals were expecting a severe winter and overstocked on firewood... or was it a truant teenager having a field day with a chainsaw? 

A part of a farm en route.. the Pond is personal property btw. And yes.. the hill side is begining to resemble a swamp...