Things to do

Where better to rest in the late afternoon than under a low hanging branch of a lazy willow, catching the warmth from the shimmering water?

Betty, the big old bronzed Barbel watched Mr Walker carefully choose his favourite fishing spot on the banks edge, of the River Severn. “You didn’t catch me yesterday, last week or last year…and you’re not catching me today” she thought!

Over her 9 years she’d swam lots of the 220 miles of the River Severn; many times she’d enjoyed the quiet waters just a short drive from Lodge Coppice Holiday Park. She always avoided fishermen. At a little over 16lbs she wasn’t a bad looking fish.