Well, I’m afraid that there weren’t many spring flowers around yesterday, look as I might. I think I may have been a little optimistic, as January draws to a chilly end. The daffodils are in fat bud though, so we should see those emerging soon. Here were the few brave blossoms I did manage to find:
I still had a glorious tramp through the woods though, it was cold but sunny, and the air was full of bird song and bleating sheep. I walked a little way down our lane, then cut across country via a stile, and down into a little neglected hollow, where a house once stood. This has now been taken over by the surrounding woods, but there’s still a trail you can follow, through to the lily ponds.
Once you get onto the regular lily ponds path, you start to meet other walkers (although I was the only one yesterday). There are always birds hopping around, as tame as they can be, since they’ve learned that walkers will feed them little titbits. I didn’t see our favourite robin, but this little fellow hopped along in front of me for quite a distance.
Then it was up the steps, through the car park, and along the village main street, back home. I finished my walk with a well deserved treat – a slice of cake and a cup of tea in front of the fire. The icing on the cake would have been to stay in my nice comfy chair and do some knitting, but alas, there was yarn to be labelled, so I had to leave the fire to the cats, and go to work…….