A Walk on the Wildside

This weekend I took a short walk along a country road.

As the cars whizzed by I took the time to look around me, to see what is missed when you travel by car.

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A Soft Day

My grandmother, and mother would have called today ‘A Soft Day’ It’s been raining on and off all day, more of a drizzle than showers.  The wind has died down, the temperature has dropped but it is not cold.  The sun is hidden behind the low clouds.  If you listen carefully you can hear birds singing.  Not the vibrant songs of last week, just the calls to one another. A solitary cat walks into my garden, no longer looking for shade.

As a youngster on holiday in Ireland, we would often experience ‘A Soft Day’  I would spend the day sitting at the front door of my grandparents cottage, on the little step (my grandparents lived in identical cottages’ sometimes reading the latest Enid Blyton book I had purchased in Woolworths in Clonmel (paying the taxes that bumped up the price by 6d) as I had read all the books I had brought with me.  Or filling in countless notebooks with short stories about children who climbed over the dry stone walls and met up with Leprechauns, Banshees and Pookas.

It was on days like this I could let my imagination run wild!

Funnily enough, today I have found my self sitting in the shelter of the doorway to my house, as soft rain quietly falls around me, wondering what could be behind the moss covered stone wall – letting my imagination run and jump wildly in the air. Maybe I will go and have a look!

 

 

 

Keeping Cool

I could watch a heron fishing all day.  They have so much patience.

and then in a flash

They take flight

A Long Sunday Walk

Today I embarked on a long Sunday morning walk, before it got too hot!
My walk took me along a bridleway, and after a few minutes the sound of traffic  with the sound of birdsong.

Butterflies flitted from flower to flower, bees buzzed.

Horses grazed in their field

and as I looked across the fields

 

I spied this little chap

The ground is still very dry as the heatwave continues.

All in all a pleasant Sunday morning walk, meeting a few dog walkers, and the constant sound of yellowhammers  singing in the distance.

 

 

Herons, Geese and Swans

On one of my regular lunchtime walks along the river, I passed through my usual turning point (Town Bridge) and made my way to the weir. Sitting down to eat my lunch, camera at the ready I spied the usual swans, ducks and Canada geese. It was a pleasant surprize to see a couple of herons fly in.

It was many years ago on this river that I first saw a heron for the first time.
As I sat watching the Canada geese, I became aware that they were watching me as they grazed the sunburnt grass

One in particular followed me to the rubbish bin as I disposed of my sandwich packaging, hissing his disappointment

at not receiving a snack!

After the Festival

The clean up continues

and gradually the river returns to normal

The Canada Geese on Patrol

Whilst a few ducks enjoy the sunshine

sitting by the river

Before the Festival

There will be plenty of photos of the Bedford River Festival, so I thought I would post a few photos before the estimated three hundred thousand visitors descended.

Though some arrived early

and some were practicing

whilst others stayed on guard

and enjoyed a snooze………….

and the youngsters had a good look around

Come back later to see after the River Festival