Down by the riverside all was quiet and along the Ham, wild horse races were held with first place usually going to M's Bluebell, closely followed by J's Penny and weaving between them all was Miffy, as herself. The precipitous approaches to the fishing platforms held huge appeal and finally we settled on one that didn't seem too crazy for a leaping dog and two small children... The Severn was running quietly past, murky and deep and peaceful.
Back on firm shore we found our (Nico's really) favourite pub - the Waterside Bar at the Swan Hotel - and were joined by the worker for cider and hot chips or did he actually say fries? Despite its controversies Upton was looking fabulous - a flood defence of real style was in place and the smart navy blue bridge with gold trim looked cared for and still its solid 1940s self.
