Would you like to come for a walk with me? We're going to walk round the edge of the town I live in, it's about 7 miles, but we'll stop when we get to the town and have a fish and chip lunch, so the last mile won't feel too onerous! We will have to climb up and down several hills, but only one of them is really bad. The rest are quite manageable. But don't worry I'm in no rush myself when it comes to hills, I'll stop when you need to catch your breath.
So walking along my road down to a little secret lane, that takes us to a major road which we have to cross, so look both ways. Then down the little lane by the river, but keep a look out cause we don't want to miss the path up the hill.
At the top of the hill we can look down at the large pond, we see ducks, a couple of swans and a couple of jays fly past us.And we can see the Roaches in the distance shrouded in mist.
We enter into the town's park, past the duck pond. It's been cleaned up in recent years, for a long time it was full of rubbish. Today we'll only see one glass bottle bobbing about on the water's surface.
Once past the formal garden into the wild wood, with trees that look like they might just use their hands to grab you if you're there on dark night.
Some of the trees are down and growing wonderful fungus.
Now going up the hill to the fields and there they are, the lovely donkeys. There are four mother donkeys with four little ones. They are all so sweet. They poke their heads through the gate to have their noses stroked.
Down through the woodlands to yet another lake, this one wild and overgrown. We need to take a breath here as this is the last flat bit before a huge hill which will leave us breathless. But when we get to the top we'll be at the back of the town, so we can go into the Wednesday market and check out the wonderful vegetables for sale. But no point buying any as won't be here tomorrow to eat them.
So into the chippie for a sit down lunch, I'll stick to fish and chips but you can have mushy peas with yours if you want. Then we'll walk home through the old graveyard and down the snickert, that's so steep and treacherous in the winter, past the allotments. All those lovely things growing, down to the wild flower meadow planted in a small patch of waste ground. it's full of pink, red, yellow and blue flowers all flowering in chaotic abundance.
We're less than a mile from home now. Once we get in I'll stick the kettle on and you can get your boots off, stick your feet up and we'll have a biscuit of two with our coffee before you have to go.
PS my computer is playing up and won't let me leave comments on some blogs on my roll. So it's not that I haven't been and tried to say something it's just technology being awkward!