When the children were small we would often take the six field walk and head down to the river where they could splash about and guddle for small brown trout. The six fields lie to the south of the village and are owned by the householders on that side of the street, extensions of their gardens. There is a right of way across the fields, each one accessed by a stile.
The stiles seem to have become narrower over the years!
The river water was very low.
We walked back by the road. The verges are full of wild flowers because nothing has been sprayed here. It is lovely to see the profusion of different plants.
When we got back to the village we found our neighbours searching out somewhere shady to sit!
Thanks for taking us on that walk with you! It is all so beautiful. And congratulations on 45 years.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Colette. It is a very special place for me.
DeleteGreen fields, drystone walls and wild flowers - what‘s not to love!
ReplyDeleteExactly! AND a river and good neighbours!
DeleteThank you for another lovely walk. 54 years - congratulations, you don't look old enough.
ReplyDeleteI'm a product of 1943, like you, Susan! I made a good choice fifty-four years ago.
DeleteIt's all looking glorious. Happy Anniversary!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Pip.
DeleteWhat beautiful BEAUTIFUL pictures and area. Congratulations on being married so long too. That's wonderful!! ~Andrea xoxo
ReplyDeleteThis is very educational content and written well for a change. It's nice to see that some people still understand how to write a quality post.! شركة تصميم حدائق منزلية
ReplyDeletePraise indeed! Thank you.
DeleteHappy anniversary to you both! The walk and village house looks beautiful. May I ask what a beetle drive is? Lulu x
ReplyDeleteBeetle drive is an old pencil and paper game for four people per table where you add the various parts of a beetle depending on the numbers on the shake of a dice. The first person to complete a whole insect is the winner. A very simple game from a different era!
DeleteHaha, brilliant, how funny! Never heard of this. Might give it a go :)
DeleteWhat a nice walk! The former vicarage is beautiful! So cozy. :)
ReplyDeleteMy photo just shows the end of the vicarage with the small courtyard to the village room. The whole vicarage frontage is a very handsome place.
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ReplyDeleteOne might wonder whether the Rev. Mr Kidd always told the truth. We too were married in church at the express insistence of my mother-in-law, an avowed atheist. Since we too were, still are, atheists I timidly asked if a registry office would suffice. "No," said MiL, "people will think the bride's pregnant." Sixty-one years ago.
ReplyDeleteThe irritable Canon Hough officiated. He failed to instruct us in the necessary ups and downs of the ceremony, leaving me blundering. I decided that his surname was a homonym for the conveyance he preferred to take when departing.
Happily now people don't give a toss as to whether the bride is pregnant or not.
DeleteMr Kidd was a great character, he and his wife, gentle and highly educated 'Oirish', were much appreciated by my parents, Mrs Kidd for her lovely buttermilk baking and Mr Kidd for his conversation. His sermons, to the very few of us in his congregation, (it is a chapel dale) were very erudite.
I was promised a honey comb from his hives if I were good. It never happened!
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