A Wye(s) move

Last week, the Bears went on their holibobs. They found a rather nice holiday cottage in the Wye Valley, so they loaded up the Bear-mobile and headed off into the sunset for a week.

Above is the cottage. For a more detailed description and pictures of the interior, ewe (spot the bad pun) will need to visit Errol the Sheep's blog.

On the first full day, they wandered into the Forest of Dean.

Imagine this next sentence being spoken in the hushed tones of David Attenborough. "Here we see the Smaller bear in her natural habitat. It is a timid creature and is rarely seen without a large, pink handbag."

There was a sculpture trail to follow. The bears saw some that they liked and a few that they were less impressed with. They liked this one.




And this one.




The next day was bright and sunny, so they went to Symonds Yat Rock. "Yat" means gate, apparently. There used to be a Mr. Symonds who operated a toll gate and the rock was named after him (or so the Bears were told).





There were Peregrine Falcons nesting on this cliff, but they did not make an appearance.

The Bears could have stood on the Rock all day and looked at the view.

They also saw the National Ovine Line Dancing Team practicing for their next competition.


And a deer of some sort. It was about half a mile away across the river and, even with the Large Bear's longest lens, there was a lot of cropping and enlarging required.

Some more Words to the Wye(s) will be appearing here in due course.