Our route took us from the village hall, along the dusty track to Kirby Hall. The rooks were noisily going about their lives.
|Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed...|
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.
|We were a little distracted by this tipped rubbish|
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.