A heavy frost was quickly burned away, by the early spring sunshine, to reveal blue skies and a surprisingly mild day. Housework and gardening can wait, so can the spring cleaning, there will be plenty of wet or chilly days when indoor chores can be done. Conscience salved, I set off with Toby dog.
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Not far into my walk I saw four hares cavorting and boxing in a field of stubble. Toby was busy following a delicious scent; they didn't spot him, and he didn't see them. For three or four minutes that sight was mine to behold and enjoy.
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Then I remembered my camera - too late, they spotted the movement and off they went across the field. Glorious, beautiful creatures.
I'm including this lovely photograph, it is exactly as it came off the camera disc. It was a dazzlingly beautiful morning, no wonder the hares were out having fun.
We were cutting through farmland, to visit this beautiful little glade. In a few weeks it will be looking even more beautiful, with lots of new growth and flowers. Wild garlic grows in abundance here.
We climbed up a steep hillside, skirted another field and came to this farm.
Up over another hilltop, down the other side, we came to the village of Swaby, lovely whitewashed cottages, quaint outbuildings, very narrow roads.
There were sheep and goats bleating on one side, a dog frantically barking at Toby on the other side and an oil tanker was blocking half the lane and making a horrible noise.
It could have been tricky, there were so many scary things, obstacles, distractions, I didn't know how Toby would cope with the overload. I needn't have worried. He looked neither left nor right, but trotted beautifully along at my side. Phew!
We had to cross the occasional lane, but we didn't see any other vehicles, or walkers. The track took us along the side of this river.
Nice old buildings, gently running water, and still we had that blue sky and sunshine.
I called in at the church, once again the door was locked. I must have a chat with the churchwarden, it always used to be left open during daylight hours. I really wanted to try and take a better photograph of the crusaders statue. I have almost finished deciphering the 1837 poem which someone wrote about him.
Down past the old dovecote, through the farms and on to home.
And the housework.