Somewhere we’d never been – though we’ve driven past within a mile often enough. It’s a folly, marking the second-highest point on the Cotswolds. It wasn’t a walk, though it’s on the Cotswold Way, and we did walk the mile or so along the much quieter grassy edge to the top of the main road – the unexpectedly-named “Fish Hill” – and back. The tower is busy, but few venture beyond. The views are extensive – we could just make out the Wrekin, 55 miles to the north-west, and the Black Mountains earned their descriptive name when seen from the English side, with the sun behind them – again, more than 50 miles distant.

Broadway Tower on Wikipedia

It was certainly misty this morning. It’s mellow too – still, humid, comfortably warm for a wander down to the river. And truly fruitful – we could have picked pounds of big juicy blackberries (and a good few damsons) but we had no bags, so we ate them instead. A few, that is, not pounds…