My poor old battered lungs needed a bit of a workout
after spending the past month recuperating, so I planned my
morning walk to incorporate as many gentle hills as possible.
Soooo, deep breath (possibly my last!) and out through the front gates. . .
up the back lane to the forge
where the quirky window panes are made from glass segments
past Paula's studio cottage
and through the gates
to the church
which has amazing gargoyles on the tower!
Out through the footpath gate at the back of the church
into the woods where badgers have been busy burrowing.
These woods were always a white carpet of snowdrops
after Christmas, but alas the felling of over 50
mature oaks in the autumn left a barren waste
and while previously unviewed vistas have appeared,
this slope was a total mudslide in the heavy rains
as the rain cascaded down leaving a wake of
sludge at the bottom.
Up the (thankfully!) final hill towards home,
huffing and puffing a bit I must admit
where I was rewarded with a cluster of snowdrops
nodding gently in the sunshine, safe under their canopy