Arrival

It was roughly midday, and I'd pulled up on the Cotswold farm park camp site. Within an hour, everything was set up and I had nothing more to do than go walking. Nothing like getting stuck right in. There was only time for a short walk though, as the thing with this time of year is the combination of cloud, shorter daylight hours, and round here - the Windrush valley winds. Here we see a view from what's known as the 'picnic area' (though i've never seen it used as such, which is actually the most spectacularly uneven field, closely cropped by generations of livestock) towards the valley itself.