My idea of ‘lazing’, is pottering or trundling….I can’t just sit and even when I am ‘just sitting’, I’m ‘doing’ something, usually typing……
Well I’d already done a fair few miles in the morning, but the sun was shining so the outside beckoned me once more….
I decided first to go up to the allotment. I hadn’t been for some time. The lovely villager who’d first allowed me to trundle round had sadly, suddenly died a few weeks back and it had made me sad not to see her each time I went passed her plot…..but then I thought, she’s probably there in spirit, sat in her chair by the greenhouse and that’s how I convinced myself to go again….so up the road from my house, stopping by the first Yorkshire rose that’s appeared on a neighbours wall
Then taking my life in my hands, I walked on the road, this part pavementless, just a little way up to the secluded entrance.
It was silent and if I didn’t know better, would think no one was there. But the silence hides a hive of activity, with plot holders quietly beavering away, digging and planting or simply sat admiring their work…
A row of Foxgloves so pleasing to my eye as they’re one of my favourite simple flowers…
And the flowers of chives, so attractive for the bees
All manner of gadgets being used to stop the birds eating the produce – old cd’s hanging and sparkling in the wind and a child’s windmill, whizzing round in the breeze
A buzzard hovered overhead, but decided to take flight before I could get him in my camera lens..🙄….
All the way round and out again onto the road and retracing my steps but turning right at Manor House Road, eventually reaching the end and the mirage lane beyond laying deserted in the afternoon heat
Buttercups abound at the moment brightening up the horses field
Then crossing the main road and up through the houses where I had a big surprise. The man with the Roadster car was cleaning it in the drive. He’d taken his wife for breakfast near Scarborough, Olivers mount, a beautiful scenic viewpoint….he surprised me by asking if I wanted to sit in it and I thought for a nano second before handing my stick to his wife while he helped me climb in
It took some getting into as you’re almost sat on the floor 🤣….but no way was I going to give up on this chance😂
Still with a smile on my face I went out of the houses to the back lane and turned into Risby Lane where I could hearing a bird singing its heart out
The lane was totally deserted until I reached the horses field, where the tractor was harvesting their hay
And an aeroplane droned overhead, my only company
Back through the houses towards the duck pond and the roses are now starting to come into their own. The perfume of this one was divine
At the pond, the ducks were lazing around. The Moorhen chicks searching for food by the little waterfall
And mum reached down, having found something tasty for her young ones
The end of a lovely lazy sunny afternoon and can’t resist adding the music to finish off……