For somewhere as fabled as the ‘birthplace of British tourism’, the narrow, steep lane leading to SymondsYat's waterfront was remarkably quiet. In fact, it almost felt like a dead end until I turned a tight comer and there was the River Wye, spread out beforenme in all its glory.
Over two centuries ago, this 210km-long river hosted the UK's very first organised tour: a pleasure cruise from Ross-on-Wye to Chepstow that featured pit stops at quaint waterside inns, crumbling medieval ruins and various dramatic viewpoints. I imagine that embarking on that same cruise today would yield
