Most day we take our exercise by going up to the allotment and carrying on with the digging, hoeing, raking and planting. We are still harvesting leeks and the rhubarb and white sprouting broccoli is ready to pick.
But last week we took a walk on one of the many field paths near us. In the distance we could see joggers and cyclists on the little road running across country, but where we were we saw no one at all. This is a green lane called Pantling's Lane and it is obviously a very ancient track.
Wild primroses grow up on each side and wild violets were even more visible a couple of weeks ago before the other vegetation started to overwhelm them.
We enjoy the birdsong on this secluded path; skylarks far overhead, long-tailed tits in the bushes and the occasional buzzard cruising past.
The lane eventually reaches a farm, but we don't go that far. We turn and retrace our steps.
A tiny jacket with ripple cables. This is a 10 inch chest, so really tiny.
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2 comments:
The path is inviting. Wish I could walk along with you. Love the baby sweater. Stay safe.
That is some crazy psychedelic lichen on that post. You always provide us with wonderful virtual walks
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