Starting the day with a good breakfast - including the jam we made on our foraging walks last autumn!
Our walks
are never solely about exercise or reaching a destination, they are
also about exploration, curiosity and engagement with time, place and
history. It is easy to race through a landscape or place in a car,
missing everything that makes a place special or unique. A walk gives
the opportunity to satisfy all the senses and to take time to notice the
small things which make the bigger picture.
The mysterious empty building that Carole longed to explore
The guard dog that growled
guarding the grindstone with a tale.
Crossing
a field in the early part of our walk Michael earned himself the title
of Sheep Whisperer as these lambs were unable to resist his call!
This
hill led to some deliberation, the sure footed raced ahead, whilst the
more cautious worked out how best to get to the bottom of this steep
hill.
Team
work and lots of encouragement, plus a few novel descent strategies
ensured we all reached the bottom without taking a tumble!
We all enjoyed being out the the fresh air.
Walking along the River Dove.
A wild English orchid growing near the River Dove
Tiny flowers spied amongst the fast flowing water
A dabbling duckling in the shade of the wooden bridge where we stopped for a rest.
The Ilam Rock, where we played pooh-sticks on the bridge.
Mysterious wishing pennies lodged into felled trunks.
Natural caves and arches
Crossing on the Stepping Stones
And finally we reached our rather grand lunch destination, Ilam Hall!
Three Light Walkers after lunch at the halfway point
The
second half of the walk was on the road and we had the opportunity to
enjoy the warmth of the sun and the delicious spread of the landscape we
were walking through.
Three struck out in front, three kept pace in the middle and three kept each other company at the rear.
The
rear guard Mick, Michael and Carole swapped stories and stopped
frequently to rest and admire the fields; the basking sheep seemed to
approve!
They even managed to spy skylarks amongst the buttercups.
and took pleasure in sunlight glowing through vermillion poppies.
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