The Ebbor Gorge

Do flies bask in the sun? On Tuesday every illuminated surface was covered with a motile layer of the vile black creatures. Here are some pix of the Ebbor Gorge.

Clare's first rest of the day

A strange thing in the woods .. and a boar sculpture

The path to the top

and the view from whence we came

From the Viewpoint, overlooking the Ebbor Gorge

In the far distance, Glastonbury Tor

On the top - a wrecked woman

There is also a video I did about half way up - (not one of my better ones).

Clare had an operation for endometrial cancer back in May 2011 (about four years ago). Part of the post-operative treatment was an intensive course of abdominal radiotherapy which, she reckons, has left a lasting physical weakness. We fervently believe her mitochondria got shredded, denting their efficiency. So it was a benchmark that she got to the top - the view point - although she swears it's the very last time; in the final picture above she's dizzy and feeling sick.

She perked up later in the Wookey Hole Inn.

Ebbor Gorge

As we walked the bottom of the Ebbor Gorge this afternoon (pictured below) we speculated on how or whether we could survive the night in the open here like our mesolithic ancestors had to. How would we create shelter? How would we eat? The river has dried up - how would we drink?

With no machete, no flint axe, no bow and arrows and no wildlife in any direction (apart from a few birds and a proliferation of large flies) we concluded that our primitive ancestors probably couldn't survive here either were they to be transplanted to the here and now. Unless of course they followed our own course of action and walked back down to the Wookey Hole car park where we each bought an ice-cream.

Then we drove to Tescos.

The Ebbor Gorge

Clare looks for shelter and supper

Home for the night?