Rollin’ rollin’ rollin’, keep those cheeses rolling…

It wasn’t supposed to take place at all this year but the great Brockworth tradition of rolling a cheese down a 1 in 2 hill and then running after it, survives.

It survives the massive over-hyping of it and the visiting crowds from all over the country and abroad that caused such chaos in 2009 that it’s whole existence was called into question. Continue reading “Rollin’ rollin’ rollin’, keep those cheeses rolling…”

The leaning temple of Babylon

So, yes, the Sculpture Trail in the Forest of Dean, Glos,  is definitely worth doing. Lots of sculptures hidden in dingly dells, on old railway lines, among the tumps of old mine workings, up trees. Continue reading “The leaning temple of Babylon”

The optimist

He was the epitome of optimism.  Either that, or he’d got the wrong day.

Waking on Sunday, I had to go to the window to inspect the unfamiliar view.  Out of the soft greys and greens of early morning, I could see the river and the dark grey cliff opposite with a darker point of the church steeple above.  It’s a pretty village, Newnham-on-Severn and most attractive of all from the opposite side of the river at the Old Passage, Arlingham.

But what really caught my attention was the dark figure standing by a lone car parked near the scrubby grass that leads down to the mudbanks and the river.  He was getting his surfboard off the roof rack. Continue reading…