Tuesday, 29 June 2010

Escape from Glasto

I had to escape London at the weekend, I couldn't hang around and listen to the G word (that's Glasto in case you were wondering). Instead I boarded a rather sweaty coach to Bristol, what better way to escape festival fever than to head to England's festival city. Fortunately it paid off, we (my old housemate and I) chucked our stuff in the van, collected a rather wolf like dog from a friends house and embarked into the woods. We mostly encountered sheep, in fact we shared a field with a large number of them and there droppings.

On Sunday we went on a 4.5 hour trek through the forest, we stumbled accross three magnificent waterfalls, perfect for swimming.