Sunday morning walk.

 

Another beautiful day, so we put on our boots to walk down to the small pond at the bottom of the woods. The blacksmith was passing by as we came out of our garden gate and he stopped for a chat. He was exercising the mare who had given birth to a foal in the summer. She is a lovely horse and she waited patiently while we talked.

We had the lake to ourselves.

 

It was dry underfoot until we reached the bottom path. here it is generously wide but always muddy in places where water seeps down through the trees to the stream. In winter  the route is often unwalkable. Sound is muffled by the tall trees and all that we can hear now is our boots on the ground and the gurgle of the stream.

At the pond there is a flash of brilliant blue as the resident kingfisher skims away from us over the water. He is a regular sight, but I have never managed to get a photo of him!

The pond feels to be a secret place. It has two small islands on it. There are often deer prints on the path, they must come here to drink.

                                        The filtered light is lovely in the woods.

                              And there were blackberries to pick for lunch!