I did try and start videoing my walk, but it just doesn’t work as I can’t hold the phone still enough for long enough so it just comes out blurry, so it’s a trundle via pictures…….
Out of my front door, immediately taking in the fragrance of my first rose of the season that greeted me on my path
Turned left towards the village Main Street, crossing over to the tiny walk that leads by the churchyard and the miniature ponies that always glance over hopefully for signs of carrots…..but I passed them by today, turned right out of the church gates, noticing the Hobby Horse café was just closing for the day…..a converted horse box, serving take away coffees and pastries to locals out on their walks, all within the rules.
I then past the field empty of the grazing sheep today and turned left in the long and winding dirt path that goes on forever….
Passing by the farms and into open fields of stunning beauty. I took a left down another path to do this familiar walk in reverse as I find the smallest hills a problem these days, so decided the reverse might be more manageable. It took me just over 2 hours last time so I settled into a steady trundle, every now and then stopping to listen to the birds or take a piccie
The path winds though the back of the old Risby estate, long disappeared but signs still there showing what used to be, sheep in the distance could be heard calling their young. Along the windy path, each corner revealing another stunning view. A simple ploughed field with perfectly straight rows, undulating into the distance
Before walking across the field, a path left by the farmer between two fields to allow us to wander….another shady wood and I come across a couple with a tiny tot having stopped for a picnic in the shade, squeals of delight at the revelation of lunch….
Another corner turned I was surprise to see a field full of tall daisys gently swaying in the breeze….such a beautiful unexpected sight….before noticing the field of golden rape seed across the road, almost all flowered out
Many cars parked up as people had driven to share this wonderful walk. I turned into Folleys Lake, now reopened to the fishermen and was shocked to see it heaving with cars and people. I’d forgotten it was Bank Holiday Monday and panic began to rise at the sight..🙄…the perfect café in the middle of the lake now reopened for take aways had obviously drawn the tourists and fishermen decked the lake, most of them not really looking like the fishermen that used to frequent the banks but newly discovered afficionados of the sport….I manage to capture pictures without people quickly before escaping for the peace of the country lane again
Having turned right out of the lakeside, I wended my way along the single track road, astonished at the speed of the cars – did they always drive this fast? Thankfully finding my gate leading to the long and winding road back to the village…it seems to go on for miles and miles, stunning views all around. I came to the path I’d detoured off at the beginning and saw the wild flower field on the right, left by the farmer to flourish and delight from the reverse angle
Heading through the field at the back of the village. The horse munching on the lunchtime grass and the sky around was the perfect blue with wisps of clouds trundling along skyward
I guessed it was about 1 o’clock, maybe 1.30 when I arrived back at the village pond, just in time to see Terence the Terrapin climbing onto his log out of the water
I stood for a while simply watching and enjoying before the short walk back home. On that short trundle I heard the church clock strike 3 😳….maybe I’d misheard as I’d set off at 11.30 😳….but no, today it had taken me over 3 hours and my legs confirmed the trek I’d given them. But ….oh what a lovely trundle it was….and I settled down with a cuppa tea to relive it all again through my piccies…….