I spotted this view when driving up the Malvern Hills toward British Camp. I grabbed the camera from the boot and reeled off a few shots before the rain started to chuck it down and I had to dive back into the car again.
Like the Forest of Dean, the Malvern hills have always been a part of my life. When I was born, my Grandmother lived here. I lived here for a while in West Malvern in a house called the Highlands. 119 more words