Monday 08 April, with Marion, Eddie and Freddie (aged 8). Just over 5 miles. Weather didn't look promising, grey with a nip in the wind, but we soon warmed up, and then the sun emerged. Lots of flowers in the fields, daisies, dandelions and celandines.
Our route took us from the village hall, along the dusty track to Kirby Hall. The rooks were noisily going about their lives.
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| Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed... |
When we reached the road, we took the path directly opposite the drive to the Hall, through the heavy spring-loaded deerproof gate, and downhill, where we turned right and made towards Fort Knox, or the high security data centre. More bird song, a little more tuneful than the rooks.
The path skirts the fortified building, close to the road. We had a very short break when we met the road, then turned right, along the verge for about a hundred yards before turning right again, through a gate warning of bulls in nearby fields.
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| We were a little distracted by this tipped rubbish |
The track led onward and upward
and look who reached the top first:
By now we know our way back across the fields quite well, and the route was easy.
Back to the village and a stop at Lydia's cafe completed the walk. I had a chance to practise my rudimentary (rude?) Welsh, and we made the acquaintance of two women from Holland.
