Four of us met at Bisley this morning, when it was cool enough to need a jersey for once. We started out of the village in the Througham direction, then walking in an anti-clockwise circle back to the Bear for lunch. It's not a part of the Cotswolds I know well: I liked the landscape - golden barley, Jacob sheep (formidably horned), farmhouses gentrified (Sydenhams) or in the process of gentrification (Derryards), hay baled high in pastel-coloured plastic cubes, ten or so acres of assorted vegetable growing at The Firs and paths through beech woods This tree fungus caught the eye.
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