The other week had been a strange week. The day before, I’d spent most of the day asleep for some reason and never made it out for a trundle, just didn’t feel up to it. The following day I’d woken early and half heartedly showered and dressed, looked out of the window
……expecting to leave the house but instead when back to bed with my cuppa tea……
After a couple of cuppas, I decided to force myself out as it looked a nice morning. I wanted somewhere different so decided to go round an enormous square which took in 3 roads but ended in the mirage lane. They’re not busy roads so felt the early hour would be free from lots of traffic….
The sheep in the field were still resting and the one with the pff the shoulder jacket, as I call her, poked her head up to see me better
The early morning sky was lovely as I hopped on and off the grass verge as a car headed for me
Turning left with the Wolds on my right, the second arm of the square. I miss crossing the Wolds on the bus to see my playmates in York; let’s hope it’s not too long before that trundle is possible again.
The fields of gold were just starting to light up the fields, with the Wolds in the hazy distance
Field after field of golden flowers, suddenly in bloom took me by surprise but guess it was the warm spell that brought them to life before the artic air returned…
I’d taken my lens ball with me in my pocket to give me a different view point
I never like the huge pylons in my piccies but today was an exception
There were workmen on the road ahead, filling in the potholes created over winter, so they provided a one way system for the traffic and me a safety lane inside the cones to trundle along and the means to capture the Rape seed flowers up close
I hummed the tune of Eva Cassidy’s ‘Fields of Gold’ as one field after another came into view….
The simple maligned Hawthorn hedge provides beautiful white blossomed flower this time of year and I love it
The sky still dramatic with wisps of cloud forming streaks across the sky
But I could feel the grey clouds starting to roll in from the sky ahead and as I turned the next corner of the square a host of daffodils brightened the roadside
This side of the square demanded more concentration as the few cars there are take you by surprise and speed far too fast along this long straight road, so the only piccie here was of a dandelion beneath the ball on the verge as I sheltered once more from a speeding car…
As I reached the final side of the square, I was relieved to see the safety of the mirage lane. A single lane track used mainly by cyclists who always have a smile and a greeting for me
But before I headed down I turned off to the peace of the Memorial wood where the daffodils were on the turn but still provided a peaceful beautiful spectacle
This lane seems never ending, another dip providing a mirage of never endingness
The golden fields now visible through the hedge from the other side
I was almost home when a Bull finch created a symphony of song echoing around the morning air…took me ages to spot it until a flash of colour caught my eye..
Just as I reached home, I decided I’d just see what the ducks were up to and veered off through the cow field and to the back of the pond, where my final surprise lay waiting……
The first of the village ducklings had made their appearance
The ‘goggle eyed balls of fluff ‘ of the Moorhens had hatched
A proud mum and dad were busy swimming backwards and forewords trying to bring enough food to satisfy these hungry new mouths
A delightful end to a long trundle and I headed home for my third cuppa of the day…….