Chepstow

What are you doing? It's the beginning of the school summer holidays! We know Marge, but we've been home just over three weeks now, time to set off on another adventure in you, our happy place. After copious amounts of water had been deposited into our raised beds, we set up an amateur watering system in the hope Angela's plants would be looking as good as they do now upon our return. 

Right Marge, you're off to Wales. Let's do this! A couple of hours into our journey the weather turned. Lashing rain, traffic and unfamiliar roads do not bode well and Angela felt a little stressed. But needs must, we needed to escape Poole, our neighbours and the holidaymakers. 

An accident on the M4 saw us diverted by our sat nav onto country roads, the journey taking us into Gloucestershire and eventually to the bridge crossing the river Severn into south Wales. Our destination Chepstow. 

By now the weather had thankfully settled and with Marge happily settled by the castle we walked into town.

Although a little down at heal it was an interesting place to explore.

And pre dinner drinks totalling less than four pounds, bargain, what was there not to like about this town, where you can buy a tortoise seven days a week!

And better still a Chinese take away. Tired and full from our meal we walked down to the nearby river Wye, the tide out exposing the mud flats sculptured by the water and heat of the sun. Around four o'clock tomorrow morning the tide will be high, having risen around twenty-eight feet.

We walked across the bridge leaving Marge in Monmouthshire, Wales, whilst we headed back into Gloucestershire, England. Bizarre. 

This evening we must plan our onward journey. We have two weeks here in Wales and are looking forward to cramming in as much as possible. You know what they say Marge. 'Go big, or go home'!