Gloucestershire in pictures: Cheese roll prizes and countryside
The cheese rolling races may be fading in the memory but their legacy lives on in Gloucestershire.Firstly, Ariel Dempsey (above) was finally awarded the Double Gloucester wheel she won in the uphill race, after the prize went missing.Then another winner on the day donated her prize to a good cause that helps the homeless.The weather has been that good old English mix of sunshine and showers, but that hasn't prevented some lovely sights in this beautiful county of ours.
Delightful daisies: We're always blown away by the small, beautiful hidden corners of Gloucestershire. This photo in particular was a favourite for us this week as it seems the perfect place for a picnic in Edge.
Oh come all ye faithful: A familiar sight on matchdays, Gloucester fans heading to Kingsholm. This photo was taken as they made their way to the stadium for the final time this season.
Wheelie thoughtful: A wheel of Double Gloucester won in the annual traditional cheese rolling races is to be served up to rough sleepers in north London. Ava Sender Logan, 20, managed to bag the 7lb (3kg) cheese in the women's race at Brockworth.
Borderlands: The Wye Valley can be a beautiful place to be on a sunny day, with multiple hikes mapped out through the forests and fields on either side of the river.
Dinosaurs take over Gloucester: Luckily, they're just statues... Dino-ROAR weekend is a chance to take a look at these dinosaurs up, close and personally in the centre of the city.
Soak up the sun: Whenever and wherever you can! We love this photo captured by our weather watcher 'Santa Susie' which shows off Berkeley in the most beautiful light.
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