Thursday, 11 July 2013
As I Walked Out One Summer's Morning
The Sussex countryside is stunning at the moment. Yesterday, instead of my usual march along the footpath, I ambled along and had a good look at the hedgerows which are humming with life. My dog has been lame recently, so she was content to meander along with me at a slow pace, and she quickly feels the heat once the sun comes out and is absorbed into her thick black coat. It's a satisfyingly untidy time of year along the green lanes and I love the different grasses, the six foot bracken, the scent of wild honeysuckle, the foxgloves woven into hawthorn hedges and the briar roses. I'm lucky that I don't suffer from hay fever, but the horse flies are out in force and the dog and I usually arrive back home with several souvenir bites.