We woke quite early on Sunday morning with the sun streaming through the camper's windows. After breakfasting on porridge we headed to the Cheddar Gorge. Peter wasn't up for a walk especially one when I would be stopping frequently to take photos so he stayed in the camper and read his book.
The road is higher at the northern end where the steep sides begin to rise up.
I came across a group of 10 Soway sheep (above) grazing by the roadside. I looked carefully for any clumps of their dark brown wool for needle felting but none was to be found.
The sides began to get steeper especially on the eastern side often rising from the edge of the road forcing me to zig-zag across the road watching out for cars appearing around the bends. I think it was about at this point that a foreign couple asked me the way to the gorge. 'This is it' I told them, okay so it's not that impressive compared to other places in the world but it's the best we can do.
There were a fair number of cars which I tried not to include except to give an idea of scale. I don't know if it is just a very popular cycle route or if there were time trials going on but there were a great number of cyclists clad in lycra, no numbers, working their way up the road at a variety of speeds.
I passed several small groups of climbers tackling the rock faces and also saw some foolish tourists scrambling halfway up the grass and scree areas. Not sensible.
Eventually the crowded parking areas and advertising signs indicated that I was near the very commercialised entrance to the gorge. As I had no desire to mingle in crowds of tourists I turned and began my way back.
As today is a Bank Holiday we decided to take things easy. I was extra tired because I mistimed taking some of my tablets on Saturday and ended up not sleeping until after 2.00. It's been quite sunny today cooled by a sharp breeze so I wrapped up and tidied up the lawn edges and weeded the flower beds. Peter has taken charge of the mowing since I hurt my back the last time I mowed but he can't kneel at all. I also planted out the rest of my morning glory plants which were busy wrapping themselves around each other. It took a while to gently untangle them before training them up a trellis. I gave them a sprinkling of slug pellets as the wretched creatures ate the first lot of morning glory completetly.
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I think the gorge is lovely, and the rock formations are impressive! I am reminded of a time when we were in New York state and drove up a road looking for the mountain and ski area. I asked a woman where it was and, of course, she said "you're on it". When we think of a mountain, we think of Mt. Hood.
My daughter and her family went to Snowdonia NP, Wales before they came home, loved it. My grandson said that he's "moving to Wales".
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