P and his delightful partner whom I had never met before this trip took me in their car across the Severn bridge into Wales and then back out again. We walked through the forest of Dean in the Wye Valley, giving our limbs a good physical workout far away from other signs of human activity and sat in a field in the sunshine to eat a picnic lunch and doze. The pub at Newlands was unaccountably closed on our return to the car so we continued to Redbrook for a pint in Wales beside this bridge across the river to England, where the car was parked.