Polly and Mum and I are installed in Mellowstone holiday cottage in Broadway. It’s a lovely place and the cottage is great, no expense spared.
Polly and I went to the tourist information desk yesterday and asked the woman there where would be good to go for a walk the next day.
“Everywhere” she said in a snotty what a stupid question, kind of way. On asked to be more specific she suggested we go to the Tar.
“The Tar?” we asked perplexed.
“The Tar on top of Fish hill”
A quizzical expression came across my face – then I got it – she means the “tower”! In my language “tower” has two syllables but clearly in Broadway it only has one!
“Is there a good view from the tar?” I asked
“Of course” she said scowling at me “it’s at the top of the hill (you stupid tourist)”
“I thought it might be forrested” I defended myself.
We emerged from the tourist information centre having been made to feel rather stupid.
We did, however go to the tar and got drenched on the way. You can see 16 counties from the tar on a clear day. This was not a clear day but we could see the Black Mountains in Powys and we could see the weather coming in from the west.
We made tracks and headed back down the hill to our cosy cottage (see pic to the right). The sun came out and the rain stopped and it turned out to be the warm summer afternoon we have all been waiting for.