On the way homewards from Badminton, Jude and I stopped at Frocester Hill (one of her favourite haunts from childhood, as she lived at the bottom of it). Last year we had a wonderful milky heat-haze which made for fabulous photos. This year it was clear, so I have sharper views.
Looking across the River Severn towards Wales.
Down the Severn a bit to the South.
The remains of a Cotwold-Severn style chambered burial chamber. This one is Nympsfield.