See Marge, the local people are pleased to see you. We were greeted with a hello or good morning from everyone who walked past us as we breakfasted. And guess what.
After we watched the canoe hire companies unload the boats from their trailers we walked into town and spent more money, at Aldi and the book shop.
Right Marge, we need to visit Symonds Yat. Please make sure you don't take us down any narrow, steep roads where we might meet lots of oncoming vehicles. You guessed it. She did! After angry looks, sounding horns, and Angela almost giving up on Marge we arrived at the car park at Symonds Yat Rock, home of an old iron age fort built around 2,500 years ago.
We walked to the viewpoint where we were rewarded with stunning views down to and along the river wye. We talked a while with a lady from Abergavenny who owned a micro camper. She was desperate to retire, but had fourteen years to wait yet. We sympathised with her and hoped her lottery ticket for tonight in which she held high hopes worked out for her.
We had come to the area to view the rapids, so took the path downhill to the river, well aware that the climb back up would be difficult.
The water raced through the rocks. The rapids are classed as grade
2. John was excited at the prospect of pack rafting through them later this
year. Angela was not!
After pacing ourselves on the return walk, we refreshed ourselves
with ice lollies. Then began the onward journey to Tintern Abbey where, despite
No overnight parking signs, we were told by the staff in the adjacent pub, The
Anchor Inn, that it was O.K. to stay over. So we have. Along with at least
eighteen other vans. Rules, what rules?
