A rather gloomy picture of some of my roses in the hall. I thought I would enjoy a few inside for a change.
Tam and I went down to N's for some more Goose Eggs, and took this photo of her beautiful climbing rose (think it may be Albertine) over the cottage door.
We had our usual 6 ft apart chat to put the world to rights and I invited her up to see my garden as the roses are coming into their best.
Some of the fringe of purple Foxgloves lining the lane.
Then Tam and I set off exploring. There was a long walk we wanted to check the route of - we would have to be dropped off part way round or it would be about an 11 mile circuit from home. Here is our usual view of the Mountains from the top of the hill towards Horeb. The flat tops of the Beacons visible in the distance.
Once over the x-roads, I stopped for another picture of the view.
We found the lane we wanted and weren't disappointed - we could see it would be a lovely walk (but one needing a picnic stop half way round!)
The views were just stunning - a little hazy because of the cloud - this photo really doesn't do it justice.
The next few are panning across the same view then towards the Towy Valley.
Finally, below, the lane ahead. Oh my goodness, but it was steep and SO NARROW - rock cut, and the car barely fitted in! Our hearts were in our mouths as we descended and it got narrower still. We prayed we wouldn't meet anyone coming the other way (fortunately we didnt!)
This evening we had a phone call from a friend we know as a customer at the Fairs. He and his wife are lovely down-to-earth people and we get on well with them. He said to me, "You know Jen, what I miss most is just mooching about." How right he is. We can't wander round the car boot sales any more, or pop into charity shops or book shops, or antiques centres, or go to Malvern (the biggest mooch of all!) and that is what we all miss - the chance of a bargain, seeing what daft prices some folk have on their stock, seeing friends and chatting and seeing what they have bought, and the wonderful relaxed atmosphere. Having something to look forward to. We don't have that in our calendar any more. So this checking out of a potential walk was an attempt to give us something to aim at, to look forward to. What do you miss?