Now mom picked this book up at a charity shop, it was first published in 1995, I remember her saying at the time that some of the pubs might not be pubs any more.
Well that is the case with this walk.
We are in a small village called Pontesbury
The following photo was taken from google so you can see how it used to look.
Both mom and dad remember it like this with all its lovely hanging baskets.
But today it looks like this! but keeping with the book we will start from here.
On this walk there is not that much I can tell you, we did at one point walk over the top of a small hill fort!!
Which you will see on the photo of the map, but we didn't realise it at the time!
So its just all photo's, until it drawns on me that this is the second time I don't get to go in the pub!
"Dad What are we going to have for dinner, I'm running on empty here!"
"Well George we know we won't be going in the pub, but there's a fish and chip shop by the church they must do sausages"
St George's Church
"Hey what you looking at, this church is named after me ok"
Opposite is a row of 18th century labourers cottages
Just by the steps at the church I got my new header photo.
Fish and Chips
"Dad is that my sausage"
Dad "Could be"
"Come on I'm starving"
"hang on why have you been eating my sausage dad"
"Its only cus I don't want you to burn your mouth and to check that the quailty is good enough for you"
"Dad don't you dare have any more!! its for me!!"
"Thanks dad it was very tastie and good quailty"
Well I'm stuffed after that, see I got more than just that bit of sausage.
Then just a short walk back to where we started.
Hope you enjoyed joining me, the next walk is a belter,
steps, pubs, yes more than one pub, and I have my own flat Stanzie that puts in an apearance ;)
See Yea George xxx
