Over the past few days we’ve been exploring the city of Hereford and its surrounds. The city is full of history and the surrounds have a deep involvement in the production of cider. I’ve always been a cider lover and since arriving over here have done my best to sample many of the local brew, Liz has even become a fan of perry (pear cider).
On Saturday morning we had a guided tour around Hereford with a nice lady from the local historical society – this was a bargain as we were the only people on the tour. In the afternoon we toured the stunning and massive Hereford cathedral which oozes history and as part we also visited the famous chained library with books dating from the 8th century and the Mappa Mundi – the largest surviving complete medieval world map; it was amazingly detailed albeit in Latin. Fortunately, there was a replica written in English as well.
Herefordshire has a reputation as being an area of great walking trails. We’ve been doing some walks over marked trails; well they are supported to be marked. On Sunday we did a walk that was suppose to follow the Wye River upstream the only problem was the signs disappeared as did the track (check out the photos of this adventure below) and eventually had to give up and return very scratched. Hiking through blackberries anyone? However today we did complete a successful short walk south of Hereford that was marked and really enjoyable. Liz even managed the stiles with style.
On Tuesday it was raining so in the morning I visited a local Laundromat to deal with the washing while Liz visited the County Records Office to do some family history research – no luck finding any links. We then visited Mookland dairy which produced some excellent cheeses, then continued on to Weobley for a walk. This will be remembered as another adventure for us as we followed some markers that we hoped were part of the Weobley circular walk –woops wrong markers!! It started pouring rain and the grass was waist high = totally drenched. We started down a lane and came across another group of walkers (a Ramblers group who do countryside walks monthly people in their 60’s) who informed us that Weobley was the other way. They invited us to join them for the return trip as they were parked in the same car park as us. Our walking shoes are now coated in red mud (courtesy of a farmer who had recently ploughed his paddock and drowned from the water in the long grass running down bare legs – they’ll take a week to dry!