A Walk In The Country

To be quite honest, we haven't done a lot today. But then again, it is Sunday and I still like to keep my Sundays special.

Weather wise, it's been a mixture of brilliant bright sunshine and then heavy dark clouds. I hate being stuck in the house all day so we donned our coats and wellies and went for a walk.

The wind had blown twigs and acorns across the road. O/H said he remembered as kids they used to stick sticks into them and pretend that they were pipes and 'smoke' them.

This year, there are masses and masses of berries along the hedgerows.

And those sticky, furry things you sometimes see growing on wild rose bushes. When I was little I  used to think that they collected them and stuck them on the front of slippers - you know those sort - usually tartan with a beige collar your auntie used to wear.

And rose hips. If you're as old as I am, you might remember collecting rose hips in those light carefree years of  the fifties.

We walked up the Mill Bank towards the Red Bridge. Some geologists, a few years back, took some samples of the rock and  maintained there were gold deposits in it.  No gold rush yet, so don't hold your breath. The quantity is so minute so as not to make a lot of difference. We've not seen them since or any gold either.

Several little oak saplings  growing along the hedge row. I'm going to be long gone by the time they're trees.

We're coming back down now to the brook by the mill.

Clumps of Meadow Sweet are growing along the edge of the stream. They smell woody and fresh after the rain.

The elder bushes by the gate are dripping with fruit this year.

Now we're standing on the bridge on the corner. The sun's out again and the reflective rays shimmering on the water are just beautiful. We pause for a moment or two and then head for home.
Doesn't a walk in the fresh air, make you feel so much better?