At last we were travelling again after a long lay off. The Malvern Hills in Worcestershire being our weekend destination.
Campsites that are open this time of year are few and far between, so we opted for the Camping and Caravan Club site at Blackmore.
We arrived on the Friday afternoon and settled in. Club sites can be a little regimented, but this one has a lot of grass pitches that make it seem more natural. Ruby was treated to a good walk on the campsite dog walk and we spent the afternoon reading and listening to the radio then settled down for a quiet night in the campervan. The meatballs made an appearance for our evening meal along with my customary Bacardi & coke.
I know it seems like we eat nothing but meatballs in a homemade tomato sauce, but we only have them on our first camping night because it is a easy meal that can be prepared at home to make life easy. There can be weeks or months between our trips, so it was 2 months ago when we last dined on meatballs.
Saturday morning started slowly with a full English breakfast then we set off to Great Malvern and parked in Waitrose to take advantage of 2 hours free car parking. After a wander around the town taking in the farmers market we returned to Waitrose and purchased goodies for our evening meal.
Farmers Market Great Malvern
The Extreme Knitter having a meaningful discussion with some geezer called Elgar who wrote a few party tunes.
Ag a do & the Birdy song I think.
We drove towards British Camp situated at the southern end of the Malvern Hills where we had sandwiches for lunch whilst parked in the visitors car park.
Suitably fuelled we tackled the long steep pathways up to British Camp that are the remaining earthworks of an Iron Age fort built about the 2nd Century BC.
Getting nearer to the top of British Camp
The walks around Malvern are hilly and it had an impact on us all. The three of us had chicken for the evening meal and promptly collapsed for the night totally shattered.
Sunday morning and we were leaving the campsite heading for home. We decided to take the pretty way home firstly calling into Upton on Severn.
The Dog poo Fairy
These vintage wreckers have stood for sometime at this garage in Upton.
Pershore was our final stop off before we finally headed home.