As things eventually turned out, the walk from Stroud up the Slad Valley was brilliant with many picture postcard views along the way:
We set out from near the pub in Stroud below:
And very soon afterwards, we passed another pub:
And a War memorial:
Despite being on a main road, we then had only the Slad Valley for company:
And it was both subtle and stunning:
My friend was struggling with blistered feet so he decided to wait at a bus stop for an hourly bus service that, as it happened, failed to materialise, although I saw a few buses heading downwards towards Stroud.
Anyway, after some time, I found myself entering the village of Slad:
Where, at times, the roofs of the houses seemed to be the same height as my head:
The woodland below reminded me of the scenes from Cider with Rosie where deserter soldiers can be seen hiding in the woods around Slad:
In truth, I've only seen a couple of film versions of Cider with Rosie and have never read the book, while my friend with the blistered feet is a big Laurie Lee fan.
Still, the village of Slad had a mysterious charm as I entered it:
With some houses being veiled by trees.
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