Bluebell Woods

It was in fairness quite a slow start to John’s 60th birthday, as one by one we emerged hazy headed and hung ever so slightly over... but as the back up brain cells began to pick up the load, we felt able to get out there.

Ten thousand steps later we were deep into a delightful bluebell wood of mixed deciduous trees. Steeply banked the climb to the A58 was hard work, but was mitigated but our arrival pub for food and more drink!

And tonight is the main meal, with all the family coming together - some of whom I’ve not seen for decades, or maybe never. And a bit more food and a bit more drink, oh dear, my liver.