A day spent in the Wye Valley crossing back and forth between England and Wales.
I walk through large patches of ancient woodland with Yew, Lime and Whitebeam.
With the River Wye never far away.
Passing a log with coins embedded in it - perhaps a wishing tree.
It's League One play-off finals day and I'm gutted not to be at Wembley. The sun is starting to shine and I'm only twenty minutes from the youth hostel so I lay down in the field and follow the match.
Buoyed up by the fantastic result I wander over to the last footbridge to take me across to the hostel at Welsh Bicknor.
I can see the hostel, it's right across the river. But the footbridge has become unstable and is closed off. So despite being a hundred metres away I have to take a 2 hour/6 mile diversion to reach it!