“Next morning I drove out of Wales through the Black Mountains to the Malvern Hills in search of springs and open air pools.” Like Roger, Tom and I are high and dry on the Malvern Hills. Fences and warning signs are everywhere as we walk to the end of a dead end lane and reach Gullet Quarry. A family picnic down by the water’s edge, two labradors frolicking in the deep, cold… Read More