After several weeks of taking my daily walk around the garden and street– I devised a route of about 220 paces and repeated it for 30 minutes or so – we went for a local walk. Our planned route was impassable due to a closed footpath, so we found an alternative one in a different direction. The quiet lane we had chosen was popular with dog-walkers, joggers and cyclists!
I had forgotten to check the week’s challenge topic for #wildflowerhour, so I took lots of photos. (It’s carrots and peas. That’s all right; there were different species of vetch and some possible carrot-family members.) This post is not really about wild flowers, but the views on a very clear day.
The path we intended to take used to be known as Lovers’ Lonning. The one we actually took is now known by that name. We didn’t meet anyone on it.
The busier road back into the village was less popular with non-vehicular traffic than the quiet lane.
Cow parsley on the bank
Path under construction
Bluebells along the lonning
Towards the fish garths
Sycamore trees coming into leaf
The fish garths are constructions in the sea, which were used centuries ago by the monks to trap fish. They are just visible in the low tide photo at the left hand side and are in the centre of the penultimate photo. (Clicking on the images expands them.)
Whenever I am at home and notice that it is sunny and raining at the same time, I look out of the windows to see if there is a rainbow. Taking photos through double-glazing is not ideal, but neither is going out in the rain with a phone!
I have two photos this week. A double rainbow from Boxing Day 2017 (taken through a rain-streaked window) and a brightly coloured cushion I stitched several years ago. It was designed by Kaffe Fassett and came as a tapestry kit. It is no longer a plump cushion – another project to add to my list is refurbishing cushions. I’ll have to remind myself that there is great satisfaction to be gained from completing tasks. It is just starting them that is hard!
As neither the weather nor my health have made trips out advisable, I have nothing more interesting to post today than something at the beach. The recent storms have left seaweed dangling from a fence. It was flapping. The movement caught my eye. I’d have taken a short video with my phone, but mp3 files are not allowed by WordPress. Instead this still photo turned out to be more interesting than I expected.
The breakwater (or groyne) the other side of the fence leads to a triangular sign marking the northern limit of the bathing area. I do know some people, who went into the sea on Christmas Day, wearing wet-suits. Conditions were much calmer then.