The Stumpery in Owl Wood is sporting some very fine mushrooms thanks to all the mild wet weather. I haven't a clue about what they are called, I simply admire their form and beauty.
Even the spring bulbs and early greenery are beginning to sprout, the rhubarb patch in the back garden is active again... I fear they may all get a bit of a shock when the weather becomes properly seasonal.
The sky is blue, the sun is shining and I am being called outside by the beauty of it all. I'd like to be out there right now, trouble is, I am baking bread - but as soon as the loaves are out on the cooling rack, I shall pull on my coat and boots and get out and about for a walk through my favourite stomping grounds...Butterbump Splash, Dovecote Dell and back to Little Bunting.
|I'm pleased with how they turned out.|
As I make my way around drinking in the wonderfully clean, cold air, I shall be thinking about 2015, pondering which bits to share.
It has been a year which has seen our dear old friends, Oscar, and Trent, become very ill indeed. Hang on in there, old chums, everyone sends love and healing thoughts to you.
|The Dovecot and our local pub - the white building on the left side of the photograph.|
One of my favourite extra jobs this year has been looking after my dear old friend, Benedict. I love that old horse and I miss him. Every time I walk around Owl Wood (several times a day) I find myself lifting my head to look for him for he always seemed to hear me in there and would look across - probably trying to say "come and see me, and don't forget the pony nuts, apple, carrots and polo mints...".
I took a few moments to walk around the churchyard, scrambling up the steep bank and through the wrought iron gate by the yew trees to the east and as I did so, I found part of a very large bone. It was obviously very old, perhaps the rabbits which have honeycombed the hillside had dislodged it and brought it to the surface. I expect there is a proper procedure, but in lieu of this I gouged out a hole and gave it a decent burial.
As I was fighting my way through what is probably the muddiest farmyard in the whole of Lincolnshire, I felt I was being watched. I turned my head to the right and saw these three handsome chaps.
They stood stock still and watched as I struggled to free my Wellington boot from the deep, deep, mud which was determined to hang on to it. I won the fight - but only just.
This is the view looking back towards Dovecote Dell - the farmyard, the dovecot, church and cottages are hidden by the trees on the right.
One step from here and I am back on the lane which runs through Little Bunting.
The cold air cleansed and refreshed me and I now know that I only want to wish everyone "A Very Happy New Year!"
It has been fun developing this new blog and meeting some new friends, along with a few from days of yore. Your company is much appreciated.
Max and I will be spending the early part of this evening with our new neighbours, getting to know them a little better as we share a bottle or two of something cold and fizzy. They will then move on to the pub, to join in with the midnight celebrations and fireworks, Max and I will head home for a mug of cocoa and to check on Dobson and the cats. They hate fireworks, but not half as much as Max hates being out late and socialising.