Grassy parkland on a reclaimed colliery spoil heap makes a welcome change. We scrape our clay-caked boots.
Hedgerow HarvestAlong the way I've been sampling the Blackberries which look so tempting as they glisten, freshly washed, after the heavy shower.
I try an Apple from a tree growing on a roadside verge. It's so much sweeter and crisper than the supermarket variety. The beadlike Elderberries aren't nearly as sweet.
Two once common, now rare, sights as we walk back along the roadside past Birthwaite Hall; first in the hedgerow an elm - it appears to be a Wych Elm - which seems to have escaped the Dutch Elm Disease which decimated the local elms twenty or thirty years ago then a Brown Hare running up the slope behind the cover of a recently planted hedge.