Wagga Wagga is in the midst of a heatwave at the moment. We had three consecutive days above 40ºC (104ºF) last week and after a few days ‘respite’ (35ºC and 32ºC respectively) the rest of this week is set to stick in the high 30s and low 40s.
I don’t particularly enjoy that sort of extreme heat. Warm is lovely… but at the moment it’s just downright ridiculous! It’s making me crave the cool, damp days we had back in England just a few short weeks ago…
Adam and I did lots of visiting during our month in the U.K. One of those trips took us to Bewdley, a small town on the Worcestershire – Shropshire border set on the banks of the River Severn. Our friends Tom and Suzie are in the midst of renovating a little house there and after inspecting their new project, we all set off on a walk into town.
We started atop of hill and made our way down its grassy slope, taking in the stunning views of the surrounding countryside. As we reached a fast flowing brook on the flat land beside the river below the heavens had opened, casting a grey glow over everything.
The Severn was flowing swiftly and I loved watching the resident geese glide through the water.
As we got closer to town, houses started to appear once more, including this Georgian beauty. There were squirrels darting about in the fallen leaves in the front yard and as we wandered by I daydreamed about sitting in front of one of those large windows with a warm drink in hand, watching walkers and the world go by.
Once we reached Bewdley itself the four of us spent close to 20 minutes watching groups of ducks, seagulls and swans fight for space on the water below. We couldn’t help but chuckle when one of the smallest ducks bravely swam into a bevy of swans only to be loudly honked at, retreating away at lightning pace.
The wet walk and bird watching proved to be hungry work and we tucked into a lunch of baked potatoes, accompanied by steaming pots of tea at a homely local cafe. Full and warm, we faced a rather steep walk back up the hill again to Tom and Suzie’s house.
The climb is always made easier though, when there are cute cottages to peek at, and to be honest I don’t think anyone minded when I kept stopping to take pictures ;).
Adam and I drove away from Bewdley with muddy legs and ruddy cheeks. Slightly chilled and windblown – the perfect memory to have in mind ahead of another warm ol’ run of days.
Have a wonderful week and happy New Year! x
Wattle and Ash 