Thursday, 18 July 2013
Love Where I Live
Yesterday morning I went for a long walk into another valley further south. I love the heat, but my Labrador needs constant immersion in water to keep cool. This was a perfect walk for her, as the sound of flowing water was never far away. A man who looked like a weathered Father Christmas startled me as he cycled towards me and down into the valley. He was on a sturdy old bike, had a shock of white hair, fabulous tan and was wearing a green sleeveless quilted jacket. Otherwise I only met a group of three purposeful lady walkers and saw a small group striding out in the distance on another footpath.
The footpath signs are having trouble showing the way, as the brambles, bind weed and bracken take over. On higher ground, the earth is dry and cracked, hard to believe after all the rain and months of mud during the long winter. At last I have a photo of a dragonfly; there were lots of them hanging out in the grass along a ditch. I counted nine ducklings in total on the pond and admired the mother duck who will have quite a job keeping her offspring away from fox's jaws.
The field of linseed had such a gorgeous, calming colour in the heat. I watched a group of deer making their way through the field and headed back home for a cold drink and lunch. We are blessed with access to beautiful East Sussex countryside across a good network of footpaths. My OS map is spread out on the kitchen table and I'm planning a few more routes from the house.