A Climb Up Dunkery Beacon

When we woke up this morning, it looked like a lovely day! Believe me, the sky was blue!

I had some bits to do indoors, it was too good not to hang washing out and I had put laundry in the machine yesterday evening.

'Let's walk', we said. 'Let's climb Dunkery', we said. So while other half went to top up the petrol I packed up the lunch. It was already clouding over. We should have known better! 🤔

Dunkery Beacon is 1703 ft above sea level. Today we chose to drive onto Dunkery Hill, park up to enjoy lunch in our Bongo, and climb the route from the road to the Beacon. There are other routes that we have walked before, the clouds and the mist put us off today. No ponies in sight today, no wildlife at all, but probably a dozen other people out, including children in wellies. Sometimes you just have to go for it.

The path was wet and soggy!

Grey clouds were gathering.

While it looked brighter in the distance.

Windswept, but we did it.

Kettle Cam with toasted walnut and honey bread. A treat is a must at the end of any walk 😉.

I always, always, feel better after a walk! There is a sense of achievement at having climbed to the top and today I am sorry not to have walked further, but the wind was strong and it may prove to have been enough. Still waiting for Adamts 13 results but feeling back to normal. Cobwebs blown away!

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