My chum Richard who was at college with me some years ago, does walking, and occasionally I join him. We meet midway between where we live and this is conveniently the Mendip Hills in Somerset, just a mile or three inland from Weston super Mare. Last week we had the chance to give the area another treading and what a wonderful day it was.
Here’s Richard looking his usual relaxed self.
Normally I would expect to see blue bells in the woods, which we did but they were even more abundant on the scrubland fields, and as an added bonus there were more skylarks than I’ve ever seen before in one place.
Then there was the garlic. When we reached the wooded areas there was the wild garlic covering the ground, hardly a bluebell to be seen in this area just a mass of white flowers. About five hours of walking, it did us both the power of good.
I’m told by one of my kind ‘followers’ that dropping in these little items is a nice change of pace, so here’s another and back to the drawing board and the snowy wastes next time.Thanks for dropping by.
Back to snowy wastelands tomorrow.