During the recent sunny weather, my husband and I had a wander up the valley. This oak tree doesn't look very impressive, but the very base of the trunk is buried beneath a heap of soil moved from elsewhere, and the width of the trunk where we measured it is 6 feet ACROSS - let alone the circumference. It is probably a maiden oak, and anything up to 600 years old . . .
The old range inside a farmhouse which, after many years of neglect, is now being done up again. I wouldn't live there if you gave it to me though, as it has the most AWFUL atmosphere around the doorway, and knowing what I do of its history, I am pretty sure I know what caused the "atmosphere". Previous occupants were apparently interested in the "dark arts" and as they were forced to move, I think may have left with a curse on their lips .
When you see the "candles" on the Horse Chestnut, you rarely look at them close up - yet they are SO pretty . . .
The verges were a beautiful mixture of Campions, Bluebells and Stitchwort, with a few ferns thrown in for good measure.
Looking northwards up the valley.
Oak before ash again this year - but it has been a good fortnight ahead of the ash, not just a couple of days . . .
These three are destined to be "racehorses". What a shame their owner couldn't be bothered to give them the good start they needed last winter. They won't make much at the Yearling Sales . . .
They were friendly enough.
But this chap wasn't quite so sure . . .