Friday’s walk, with more than a hint of green on the wheat field.

I got caught off guard by a phone call from my GP half way round the top field, so this didn’t get posted.

The trees will be bursting into leaf soon. Oh joy!


We ventured a little way into the woods and found a fallen moss covered branch that would make a lovely bench to sit on.


We had a good look at this moss-covered trunk and got a bit tangled up in the process.

I’m glad I now know that the squeaky-wheel bird is a Great Tit.

Sometimes I just like to stand and watch the trees moving with the breeze.

It’s so relaxing.


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