Weddings & Stinging Vegetation

"Sorry I'm late but I had to collect a parcel from the Post Office and the couple in front of me were getting married and didn't have any ID with them, do you like my new gloves, you'll never guess how much I paid for them from the Pound Shop, shall we go ?"

I was confused but thought better of asking Dale for an explanation.... undoubtedly it would be long and convoluted and would involve a new App he had downloaded.  

I have absolutely no idea where we went, as usual. Highway, Byway, Alleyway, Bridleway, Pathway, Subway, Passageway, Driveway and tracks, but we ended up in Ironbridge and crossed said bridge to see where a track he had noticed some weeks ago actually went.

I quickly tried looking secretly at Google earth on the phone ('cos I don't have a mini iPad like Dale)  mini iPad day , but all I could see was a jungle. 
 

Through a gate, it didn't say keep out like I hoped it would, and the track descended steeply through 8 foot high stinging nettles and brambles before ending abruptly on the narrowest of paths some 50 foot above the river, obviously a smugglers (or perhaps a fishermans) path, but certainly not something any sane fool had attempted to cycle along before. We met this challenge head on, well Dale did, literally. Miss Mantle reared up and gave him a brief but loving kiss on the nose and in the process converted his new black bell into a hooter.

Emerging, via some posh-nobs driveway, back into Ironbridge we retired to the cafe for a coffee (the 'Pub' App wasn't working) and to remove the accumulated thorns, fauna and the inevitable leaches from our persons.

Suitably refreshed we sped homeward, without further event but with a plan to 'Explore Wellington' next week, which I thought might be a tad too far for a daytrip even for Dale.

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