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The Malvern Hills in Worcestershire were another favourite place to walk when I lived in Birmingham. On this day in 1994, I climbed to the highest spot, Worcester Beacon. Although I was all alone, there were just enough other people around to provide a degree of human companionship. If my memory doesn't fail me, the climb took perhaps an hour and a half and was a bit strenuous, but, oh, what a wonderful feeling when the summit was finally reached and the view could be appreciated!
In 1994, we spent several days in Richmond, intending to walk in the North York Dales, something I had dreamed of doing for years. However, the weather did not cooperate. Although it was August, temperatures were more like winter, and the rain was never-ceasing. Since we were leaving England for Italy, we hadn't packed much warm clothing. You always anticipate rain in the north of England, but the cold temperatures were a surprise. This photo captures the bleakness of Swaledale in the rain, and, while the dales are beautiful in any weather, we had a disappointing time. We had a Border Collie puppy at home and were very eager to see a herding and jumping competition one evening. The rain and wind were so severe, however, that we very reluctantly stayed indoors.
While living in Birmingham in the 1970's I often walked in the Long Mynd. It was a great pleasure to return some 20 years later. These hills are beautiful and, although they give you a good feeling of being miles from civilization, the walking is easy and, at least in the 1970's, perfectly safe.
