Negotiating your way out of the built up areas always proves to be quite a challenge as the roads are designed for the flow of cars from the smaller roads to larger then onto highways. The bike lanes, of which there are many, are mainly designed for commuter traffic into cities rather than point to point touring so often we are left to dodge the cars on the roads to be able to get out of town.
We braved it on the bikes an headed for the Severn bridge to cross into England again. What an impressive structure it was after all crossing a massive river linking Wales to England. In the distance we could see the even more impressive new bridge.
Looking back at Wales…….
Looking forward into England…….
The bridge is 2 miles long and a complete suspended metal structure. I stood for a while to take the photos and enjoy the view and I was amazed at how much movement there was in the structure. It continually vibrates with movement and was quite scary.
Before we crossed the bridge into England we stopped off at Caertown, a historic roman village. The east to west road ran right through the middle of the walled city and dated to around 700 AD.
We found a team of stone masons working on the maintenance of some of the walls and they shared some views on what needed to be done to retain the structures for future generations. Interestingly enough they were having difficulty with having their view heard rather than consultants and heritage society members deciding that the repairs should be done with materials from that era. Their point was valid in so much as back then the structures all had roofs over the walls so the lime used to bind and point them did last long however now the walls are more exposed so would require modern lime mixture to preserve the structure into the future.
We continued north and east heading for Stanton in the Cotswolds. Wow this is beautiful landscape and immediately one notices the different building style and materials used. The Cotswold stone is yellow and the houses and estates very large making it evident that there is a lot of money here.
En route to Stanton we passed through Winchcombe which was the most beautiful village I had seen today. Unfortunately this was near the end of a 96 mile day so I was not keen to do the tourist thing and did not fully appreciate its beauty.
I was now very keen to find a camping spot and a farmers field presented me my idyllic overnight camp spot. With a large inquisitive palomino horse in the next field I thought I might be troubled but after a light supper I was soon asleep.
Tomorrow Thorpe Mandeville……
Eugene on a bike somewhere in the world