Sunday 8 March- Severn Beach
Me, Achilles (or Donut), Lady Legs and Noodle
Away from Severn Beach, the sun shone, the bridge impressed, the salt marsh was marshy (and probably salty, we didn’t test it) and the mud tracked with thousands of bird footprints. We enjoyed the elegant Severn Lodge Farm. Then it was back to the car and off to the White Hart at Littleton-upon-Severn for a post walk pint, all legs in good order.