After the recent heat wave, I was sooo glad to wake up to a cloudy cool day….never happy are we? 😂 the evening before I’d captured the full moon in all its glory
I’d already walked into town and caught the bus back first thing……
….. but after lunch my legs were itching for another trundle and since it was cooler I decided to venture further to Folly Lake and back. People often ask me, why don’t you use walk for a change and not have the heavy camera round your neck? My reply is always the same:
“But I never know what I might see”
So first stop would be the pond, but nearby is a lovely little garden and this year they planted something with the tiniest of flowers. When in bud, they were the size of a ball bearing but now some have opened and I always have to take a piccie as I pass……
The ducks also looked happier in the cooler weather and were out in the open as opposed to sheltering in the undergrowth
Through the houses and down the back lane, a sunflower, perfectly wrapped and waiting to reveal the petals inside
Nature is so clever, but people are often too busy to notice…..a little sunshine and the parcel will reveal it’s yellow splender.
Through the gallops towards Halfpenny cottage, where I’ll turn left and follow the long lane for a while …..
….before taking a left through the fields. A yellow hammer singing loudly on the telegraph wire
Following the track, potato fields followed by barley, then a field full of Christmas sprouts
I’d never noticed how beautiful a sprout plant is before…..with daisys growing at the side of their field – it looks like one enormous green flower….
Eventually I reach the lake
I thought the lack of sunshine might have kept people at home, but many had the same idea as me and were enjoying the cooler day. Fisherman lined the lake, sheltering in their tents; their rods set up and silent…
Many simply sat, waiting and watching for the twitch of the line. One suddenly saw his reward and hauled it in, proud as punch, before announcing to anyone who might be listening…
“ a three pounder, 3 pound of bream….”
The smile on his face told of his joy as he gently unhooked it and allowed it its freedom back into the lake…..
Back up the track to the road and a flock of gulls in a field catch my eye
Then another, bigger bird comes into view – a heron
Not often you see a heron in the middle of the field. Maybe he was heading for the lake to show the fishermen how its done…..as it takes off in that direction
The field of sheep are next. They were newborn lambs the last time I was here.
Along the winding road before going through the gate back to the village
The odd poppy at the edge of the crops brighten the fields of green..
The farm comes into view
Not far to go now…and a beautiful Linnet rests on the high wire – I’d never seen a Linnet before last week and since then I’ve seen them every day!
I was going to go through the churchyard but could hear music and children’s voices coming from the playing field. It was Year 6 having their last day at little school party. Lots of fun and laughter. The annual ‘shirt signing’ still seems to be the order of the day.
The end of an era for these young people and September would see them start the secondary school and the start of a new adventure for them
I ended where I started, back at the pond….the ducks looking content just as I felt….
You see, you never know what you might see on a trundle, if only you take the time to look…