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| + | We wanted to have a go at the [[Shropshire hills]] and settled for one of the flanks of [[Church Strutton]]. Caer Caradoc looked shorter and easier than [[the Long Mynd]], and since Elena was 7th month pregnant, we opted for that option. We could only make a late start as the weather was uncertain till the late morning, with a few showers, although predicted as cloudy (but not rainy) for the day. So we spent this time in Church Stretton instead. When we finally got started, we did not plan to get till Caer Caradoc since time was amputated from the morning and the weather was still unclear as to its afternoon intentions. Already on the first summit, the Hope Bowdler Hill, it got very windy and showering violently. As quickly as it started, it stopped and we enjoyed a quiet and sunny talk until it turned all black again, with the hills in front getting absorbed in darkness, first from the sun gone and then disappearing in the fog. It hailed profusely for a few minutes, which was really a wondrous and enchanting spectacle. After that, it was all sun for the rest of the day, although the ground got quite wet in spaces. Down the first hill and towards Caer Caradoc, Julia fell on the muddy, soaked floor, and we had to change her. The ascension to Caer Caradoc was a bit more difficult than expected and Julia and Elena sheltered by a rock while Fabrice completed to the top, enjoying the panoramic views and to get a glimpse of what was on the other side. More Shropshire. We got back but could not follow the main road which was not going in the right direction, so we cut through fields, very wet again, and we had to jump a gate to get back to the road. A very long hiking, especially as Luz was almost part of it. Elena got, not precisely sick, but unwell in the night, though possibly as a result of the Greeck food we got after in the pub of the village. | ||
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Revision as of 16:27, 7 June 2020
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Shropshire: Wroxeter, Church Stretton, Caer Caradoc (February/March 2020)
- Wroxeter Roman City, Wroxeter, Shrewsbury SY5 6PJ
- Atcham
- Cantlop bridge
- Acton Burnell
- Langley chapel - 10am-4pm from Nov-Mar
- Cardington
- Caer Caradoc, Church Stretton SY6 6JN
- Long Mynd
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Manstone Rock, Ratlinghope, Shrewsbury SY5 0NF
Wroxeter Roman city
Church Stretton
Caer Caradoc
We wanted to have a go at the Shropshire hills and settled for one of the flanks of Church Strutton. Caer Caradoc looked shorter and easier than the Long Mynd, and since Elena was 7th month pregnant, we opted for that option. We could only make a late start as the weather was uncertain till the late morning, with a few showers, although predicted as cloudy (but not rainy) for the day. So we spent this time in Church Stretton instead. When we finally got started, we did not plan to get till Caer Caradoc since time was amputated from the morning and the weather was still unclear as to its afternoon intentions. Already on the first summit, the Hope Bowdler Hill, it got very windy and showering violently. As quickly as it started, it stopped and we enjoyed a quiet and sunny talk until it turned all black again, with the hills in front getting absorbed in darkness, first from the sun gone and then disappearing in the fog. It hailed profusely for a few minutes, which was really a wondrous and enchanting spectacle. After that, it was all sun for the rest of the day, although the ground got quite wet in spaces. Down the first hill and towards Caer Caradoc, Julia fell on the muddy, soaked floor, and we had to change her. The ascension to Caer Caradoc was a bit more difficult than expected and Julia and Elena sheltered by a rock while Fabrice completed to the top, enjoying the panoramic views and to get a glimpse of what was on the other side. More Shropshire. We got back but could not follow the main road which was not going in the right direction, so we cut through fields, very wet again, and we had to jump a gate to get back to the road. A very long hiking, especially as Luz was almost part of it. Elena got, not precisely sick, but unwell in the night, though possibly as a result of the Greeck food we got after in the pub of the village.
Lambs scattered in the sky.
Starting the ascent.
Julia is by now an experienced hiker.
Elena was 7 months pregnant.
Darkness already looming on our first summit.
Julia taking the lead.
On this side, the sky is blue.
Waiting for maman.
Towards the other summit.
Met him on the way.
Company.
Caer Caradoc.
It's easy when it's flat.
Although you still need a break once in a while.
Back on the road.
Gentle slope but a long way to go.
Caer Caradoc doesn't seem any closer.
Almost on our 3rd summit.
While mummy's still descending from the 2nd one.
Will Julia be there first?
Going up and down.
Dark clouds coming back.
This happened.
Winter fighting Spring.
And they're gone.
Carrying on, with uncertain weather.
Caer Caradoc closer than ever.
It's a steep descent before getting to its flank.
Now officially attacking Caer Caradoc.
Stairways to the top.
We walked all the hill in front, and now on Caer Caradoc.
On top (Fabrice alone).
Elena and Julia sheltered by this rock.
Too much light and colors to make good pictures.
Back together to close the loop.
The mountain opening a gate of rocks to say goodbye.
Rocks on the edge of Caer Caradoc.
Time to go back down.
Crossing through the fields. Extenuated.
