Woodsy, Wet Walk

 

We crossed off another item on Cora's "to do in England" list Thursday, when we walked from Ham Hill to St. Michael's Tower. It was chilly, and started raining toward the end of our trek, but we were prepared with waterproof coats.

Violet loves country walks, of course, but Cora generally doesn't. Ham Hill, however, holds a nostalgic part of her heart since we've visited pretty much on every single trip.

We made it!

Cora took a shortcut THROUGH the thick brush and nettles, which took her twice as long and ended up with her getting stung. 

She didn't let nettles, or a locked gate in the doorway, stop her from reaching the 18th century folly. Nope, she just immediately slid under the gate and started climbing the circular stairs. 

See her in the window?

Cora's photo from inside the tower window.

We made it back to the Prince of Wales pub, happy to buy a drink and order lunch. 

All was good until we heard what sounded like a near dogfight from the bar area. It's a dog-friendly pub, but doesn't that apply only friendly dogs?

I then made the mistake of joking about this family bringing their dog to sit at the empty table next to ours. Fatal mistake. They did. And the dog continued to be obnoxious, barking or whining throughout their meal and ruining Cora's lunch. 

Oh well, it did give us a good story to tell later, if nothing else.