It was one of those days when the sun was in and out of the high scudding clouds making constant changes to light and shade. Since the lockdown I see more people enjoying their daily walk. Sometimes on their own and often in family groups. Many no doubt discovering the joys of nature for the first time. Everyone has had so much more time to do this sort of thing over the last few months.
My own walk took me down the rough path around two sides of the horses’ field, through the first stile, and across the newly mown meadow. Someone saw a badger feeding there in broad daylight a few afternoons ago. From that viewpoint I could begin to see the vista ahead. Big blue skies with odd white cloud formations and streaks, contrasting with low rolling hills and intersecting fields of spring-sown barley and wheat – one field filled with red poppies. Then through the second stile which seems to have been permanently propped open, ducking through the hedgerow with its badger setts and secret pathways either side. This is the way that leads to the stream that I talked about yesterday.
Lots of flowers blooming on the wayside and in the hedges. The colours in the crop fields surprisingly bright when caught in the sunlight. I like the “tram-lines” made by tractors in the fields that allow the farmer to easily access the crop to see how it is faring and ripening. One tram-line that goes up and over the hill marks the official public footpath to Forston Grange, but people often walk around the margins of the fields too, especially by the small river that flows along the valley. I lingered by the Cerne awhile myself before heading back home, this time taking the route up through the beech trees.