British Camp

Do not for one minute assume that wandering round Abbeys and pottering in charity shops is all the exercise I'm getting. This afternoon I climbed over 100m (331ft) approx between the car park and the summit of British Camp over steep and undulating ground including quite a few steps. And, in the muggy atmosphere the weather presented, it was jolly hard work but the views are amazing.

An Iron Age fort from round 2C BC the earthworks are extensive and distinctive, a Norman church later built on the summit. The 'British' name is said to come from British Chieftain Caractacus, who made his last stand against the Romans on the site.

During the morning we visited Upton upon Severn but, exiting the car park were following the distinctive sound of bells coming from strangely-clad people. We immediately thought of Morris Dancers so followed them to their destination of the Swan Hotel, where an array of Morris costumes awaited them.
Three separate Sides - Knife men from Southport, a Women's and a Men's Side from Hastings, but I didn't catch the last, a Men's Side dressed in black, purple and green, all performed in the rather cramped back lane, somewhat hampered by the floral decorations.
See extra 2.

Extra 1 was taken in Great Malvern, where we stopped briefly. It is a Garden Tiger moth (Arctic caja), I haven't seen one since childhood and chased this one into a garden on the corner of the street in my desperation to capture a photo, as it rested on a low wall. The photo is a still from my video of it taking off, showing its wonderful red underwing.

Temperature today hit 32°C but with cloud cover and RAIN, apart from the breeze at the Camp it has been quite muggy.