Climbing Mountains, Fording Streams

Well, they were the Shropshire Hills at Carding Mill in the beautiful Church Stretton area but to our inexperienced legs, they felt like mountains (and I nearly fell off).

We certainly forded every stream, which Jak and I did with gay abandon. I was confident my boots would cope, and Jak didn't care. We didn't find any rainbows. My socks got wet.

We had such a lovely day. Too many school parties, but otherwise it was wonderful. Once we had followed our dreams, we found the Lightspout Waterfall and gave it all the love we could  give.

That's enough of the Sound of Music for one day. It was a good day though.