A walk to the north pole - well Cam Hill

It was one of those days today! I have had a bad case of Man Flu (cold). Also I hadn't slept well during the night - infact I was downstairs rearranging the furniture at 3am. Never mind. However when I havea cold I become very very forgetful and today I lost my mobile phone whilst out shopping at Tesco's!
It was a beautiful clear day today so Daniel and Alison popped round at 2pm and we headed for Cam Hill near Dursley which is an old favourite. The conical hill was still there. Walking up the slope we noted the ice on the ground and also the quietness - well sort of. The car park was quite full. We walked along the ridge and from there we saw all my familiar places. Nibley tower, Herefordshire, Gloucester with its cathedral still dominating the scene. I reflected that it does seem unusual for a cathedral to stick out quite so much without being dominated by Sky Scrapers! We walked along part of the Cotswold way and walking back there was a lovely red glow from the sun.
We decided to stop off for a drink on the way back. In my wisdom I decided to drive to Berkeley and to a local green where I can remember commenting that there was a nice pub. It may have been a very nice pub indeed. However we parked the car when some aristocrat on a horse (who did look like Lord Berkeley) made himself look important and rode into the pub yard for no particular reason and cracked his whip and made some snobby comment which I didn't quite catch when he rode out. I wish I had started singing the red flag and waving a communist manifesto at him - I detest these hunt people. Aside from the hunting issue one could tell that he actually thought that he was something special and superior. I have no respect for this kind of person at all. Most of us have had to work hard to get by and have earned it by merit rather than birth right. Whilst I would not go as far as to wish our aristocracy the fate of the Rominovs I do wish that Labour had done more to strip these people for their hereditory peerages. This person on the horse clearly thought he was superior but to mind he was deluded as all I saw was a wealthy idiot on a horse.
As for hunting. On wonders what kind of mind thinks killing animals in a barbaric way is sport. I would argue that it is part of the artisctocratic mindset and right wing bias which emphasises the survival of the fittest and the destruction of the weakest. Thankfully society seems to have moved on from this kind of mindset but I guess some people still believe in it. Again their love of hunting fits in to the 'Individualistic' ideology which sadly has become a symbol of the post Thatcherite 1980's Britain. For me the banning of Hunting was perhaps one of the better acheivements of the Labour Party in these later years. I would like the Labour party to go one further and stop the perpetuity of the aristocracy. Not very likely but it would be nice.

We then headed on to the white heart - a favourite of mine where we celebrated dads 60th in November. This is where I made a bit of an embaressing gaffe. I was telling my parents about a rather rude ELDERLY 75 person I had come across recently. Uncle John said - 'he wasn't 75 was he in an amused voice (thankfully). I suddenly remembered Uncle John was 75 - I owe him whiskies for a year now.

When I got back I had a call from Tesco's to say my phone had been found! How nice not to worry about texts and calls for a day!