We’ve done it before - some of us many times but there’s always a new experience to be had.
Out from number ten, joined by the next door neighbours we turned left up the gentrified farm track past the sadly neglected and deserted beautiful Victorian farm buildings and a sadly neglected looking Laddie the pony, a mere shadow of his former self.
Turning left through the bogus No Entry sign, the track to the river was very overgrown. Raz did sterling work with his garden snips but a machete might have been more useful. Blood and sweat were shed but happily no tears just some rather choice swear words. The weir was full and fast flowing. No otters today just a skinny looking Heron eyeing us from the opposite bank before he gently flapped away.
On up through the cool green trees for a cuppa at Chimney Rock overlooking the surprisingly large splay of houses that make up Gunnislake and St Ann’s Chapel.
The Venerable Vicar and former Banker steamed ahead lost in their communion of past lives.
A wonderful woodland walk, then down the road to to the Ship Inn. Unfortunately it seemed to be chucking out time. However the Very Venerable produced some smart beers and we spent a pleasant hour in the garden of number ten. Just to make the evening complete as the dimpsy light turned to darkness the Space Station glided overhead. A new experience for some, then another paler and smaller one! Are they breeding up there?
A lovely evening! How lucky are we to experience the joys of nature in various settings every Tuesday and Wednesday?
Stella