Hooray - the first Bluebells!
After yesterday's gales and bitter temperatures (gosh, that wind-chill factor), today improved as the hours went by and warmed up considerably and so after lunch I set out to walk to a neighbour's, trusty camera in hand. It was uphill after going down ours, but I surprised myself and managed it without puffing too much and only stopping once. On the way home there was a much steeper hill to be negotiated, but again I managed it only stopping once. WHAT a difference after last year, when I could barely make it up the stairs without stopping for lack of puff.
One of the many banks of Ramsons (Wild Garlic) along the lanes hereabouts. I can never resist crushing a leaf as I pass, and the garlic smell takes me back to a walk in the Purbecks (Dorset) over 30 years ago when a friend and I sat in a patch of Ramsons and couldn't work out why everywhere stank of garlic!!!
A bank of beautiful Violets. Can you imagine how the countryside must have looked in Shakespeare's time, knowing how much has been lost since? Think of the cornfields, and the hedgerows. Makes me sigh and wish to travel back in time.
My neighbour's geese on and around the pond. If I had been quicker, I might have photographed the Heron which took off as we rounded the corner of the barn.
Ned has heard someone down by the river.
This is the Maternity Ward . . . The ladies in waiting are mostly Lleyn sheep, some of them Lleyn x Suffolks.
What appears to be a fluffy toy is the latest arrival . . .
An experienced mum with her twins.
Most of the babies were only a day or so old.
A corner of the nursery with recently-lambed ewes.
One of the level bits of lane - it's not all hills! Just feels like it sometimes : )
The view across the valley.
This field was higher than my eye level so I had to stand on tippy-toe to get this sheepy picture.
The lane behind me, walking homewards . . .