The car had to go to the garage, the garage knows our car like Dr Finlay knew his patients, they’ve had a long relationship, that is likely to get more intense the longer we keep the car (you might remember that one of the mechanics likes to shop for party frocks.) Normally I would hop on a bus to get me back home, but this time I decide I’d walk, up the hills and down the valleys
I had such a nice time, especially once I got away from the road
and the only sound was the call of curlews and lapwings; a decent curlew photo still evades me
one day I’ll get lucky (or buy the right equipment) The curlew is a bird that has captured my imagination since I was a child, we used to travel by bus each Thursday afternoon (along the road in the second picture) to school swimming lessons and from the bus I could see the curlews with their scythe like beaks striding through the rough pasture, they seemed very exotic to me.
I took my time, taking paths I’ve not walked for decades and paths I’ve never walked before,
my slow meandering pace would have driven Mr Uhdd nuts, but I only had my self to please. Dropping down off the moorland, it got all together more floral
And very warm
I watched minnows in the brook and others people hard at work
Sheep and lambs were everywhere
And walking up the the lane to our house, I found my first bluebell of the season.
By the time I got home I was very glad of a nice cup of tea and a sit down.