Church Stretton

You can't keep a good woman down, so Marge is on the road again, this time heading north. We should by now be en-route to the warmer climate of Spain, but for obvious reasons we are not, so we decided to head somewhere a little cooler. Watch out Scotland, Marge is on her way!

Tonight however, it's less of the continent and more of the cooperative. Yes, we are spending the night in a designated motorhome space behind the Co op in Church Stretton, Shropshire.

The town is set in the shadow of the lush green rolling Shropshire hills, with fields ploughed in neat stripes on the lower levels, like strips of hessian, and miniature white specks of grazing sheep high on the peaks.

This afternoon we took a walk around the town to look at the many independent shops, buying insect repellent from the chemist, ready for the hungry midges of Scotland, who are on the lookout for a tasty human until the end of September.

To mark the first day of our holiday, John bought a couple of tin mugs from a quirky toy/gift shop, their slogans summing up what may lie ahead.

As the sun slipped over the top of the mountain, we enjoyed our first of many meals in Marge whilst planning a rough route onwards in a northerly direction. We may not be on the continent, but are looking forward to seeing some wonderful sights in our own country, which of course we will share with you. Tomorrow we will drive to Chester.