An adventure where absolutely nothing of any interest happens

 

After a long hiatus due to Covid restrictions, Brother Dearest was able to join me once again for an adventure. It wasn't all bad though, our good friend Emma flew in from Northampton and joined us as well. 

This week's exploration took us to the Gloucestershire village of Frampton on Severn, where we followed the Sharpness Canal to Slimbridge. The first stop on our journey was Over Farm for a takeaway coffee as Emma was getting bad tempered and irritable. After purchasing our refreshments, Emma and myself were accosted in the car park by a chap asking us if we knew where a caravan site was in the area. After giving him some vague directions to a caravan site me and Max had possibly made up, I tired of the conversation and wondered back to the motor with Max. Emma, however, decided to hang around and ask the man the purpose of his visit. His supposed story was that he had just flown into the country that very morning to check on his gal pal, who had left her husband and been taken in by some Gypsies. A likely story. 

We merrily continued on our journey and upon arrival at Frampton on Severn, we parked the motor at the Church and crossed the canal at Splatt Bridge.

Absolutely nothing of any interest happened on our walk. 

Emma and myself had to put up with the usual drivel from Max. Today's topics of conversation were 'what vegetables do you like' and 'what's your favourite Phil Collins song'. Had we not already been on the return leg of our walk at this point, I certainly would've insisted it was time to turn back. 

We did, however, discover that Max is a secret Phil Collins fan. Or, as Max abbreviated this to, an 'SPC'. He was happy with his clever abbreviation, until I pointed out he was missing an 'F' at the end, and what he'd actually called himself was a Secret Phil Collins. Buffoon.

There really was nothing of note to mention about this adventure, and I use 'adventure' in the loosest possible sense of the word. The weather was pleasant (sunny but with a chilly wind), the surroundings were delightful, the walk was easy going, the company was mediocre (I exclude Emma from this), and the conversation was rubbish (again, I exclude Emma from this). 

The highlight of the walk came at the end, when Emma managed to persuade Max to climb into a hay feeder. 

I will definitely go back and do the walk again, but next time walk all the way to the end of the canal and back up along the Severn Estuary. 

Frampton on Severn is well worth a visit, with its pretty village green and quaint cottages. And if you like barges, there's plenty of them about. 

 

 

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