We’d been promised a scorchio Sunday, so I decided to go for my long walk early doors before the heat of the day became too much. I use to sit or be out for hours in the heat but now I find it draining, preferring to watch it from the shade…..
Anyway, Sunday dawned quite cloudy so it was perfect for a long walk. There’s been many walks locally that I havn’t been able to do because they’ve been so muddy, but now the summer sun has hopefully dried them off.
I started off trundling through the village to the pond. Peter the duck man shouted his good mornings from across the road – he actually called me Mary, so I didn’t hear him the first time, but then he shouted louder and I looked across realising it was for me – hey ho, I’ll go by any name 😂
The Moorhen chicks were with mum and dad in exactly the same spot as yesterday
I guess Peter had just thrown them some food as mum and dad were busy feeding each chick these tasty morsels. We seem to have had several batches of moorhen chicks this year. The mum are more feisty at protecting their young than the mallards so seem to have a better chance of survival.
Their googly eyes always make me smile…
Teresa Terrapin was on one log and Terence on the other
The colourful mandarin duck, that had appeared while I was away, was still hanging around
Out of the village and you could see a distinct line of cloud and the blue heralding the heat
Along past Broadgate Farm and the lambs were out of sight today. Now my left hand turn down the track towards the back of the Westwood…this lane had been too muddy for months and even now there were still odd pockets
Through the little gate and alongside the farmers field
The crop appeared to be doing well, wheat I think 🤔
Out of the field the other end, and I was in the Westwood. The blue sky behind me.
The golf club, for some bizarre reason, decided to chop down my favourite few trees as they were causing problems for the golfers 🤐…..I actually thought, hazards were what golf courses needed 🙄…so sad when trees are cut down ‘because they’re in the way’. They were, after all, there first. So these are now my favourite
Not many people about just yet, just one in the distance
Out of the Westwood and back on the main road and the noise of the traffic going over the cattle grid. I’d forgot to put my hearing aids in 🙈….so stared at the shadows on the pavements and breathed deeply to calm the noise
And the lambs had appeared as I approached the farm
My legs still felt fine, so I turned left into East Wood, which leads to the lovely bluebells in the spring. The dappled shade of the track and the gate at the end, always a favourite piccie to take
Up through the fields, the sun now out, the blue sky having reached us….and finally into the shade of the wood
It took a while for my eyes to adjust to the shade under the canopy of trees but the coolness was very much welcomed. Mud still having to be traversed here, the shade of the trees preventing the drying out process.
Out into the sun again, and winding my way round the dusty paths, coming out onto the main road once more, and the village in sight. Although I heard it before seeing it as the shouts from a football match could be heard first.
A lone pheasant meandered through the farmers field
A cycling villager passed me by, shouting “hello Mary’ 😳….what is it with ‘Mary’ today 😂 before turning round and apologising and calling me Wendy 🤣
Turning left off the road and through the field towards the village. I decided to go home via the copse behind the playing field and again, the cool shade of the trees was very welcome
As I came out the football match was in full flow, parents shouting encouragement to their children, but I’m not a football fan anymore, used to be years ago, so what caught my eye was the pied wagtail on the grass
Finally along the lane towards the church where one of my favourite flowers are now starting to put on a show….the humble foxgloves – I adore them…
My legs weary, my body now telling me it needs a cuppa and the sun now starting to beat down….time to go home….