End of the line.

At the end of the old railway track that has become the Stratford on Avon Greenway.
After a rather mediocre coffee (awful was Redilady's description) we went our separate ways, each trying to avoid the hordes of school children who must have been on their end of term outings. I chose to walk  down the side of the river before joining the Greenway to return to town.
Apart from the crowds, it seemed much to nice a day to spend in town. Once past Lucy's Mill, the only people that I met were half a dozen dog walkers, but for a few yards I was accompanied by a Robin hopping round my feet.