We knew it was coming and now it’s here… wild garlic time. It’s all flowering and smelling like garlic, well, I suppose it would be a bit odd if it smelt of roses. So, tonight we walked up to the wood where there’s lots of it.
So of course I had to sit in it.
I don’t mind, I’m used to it. And I get treats for posing nicely.
And I’m not in all the photos, just almost all of them. But not this one.
Or this one.
Or this one. That’s the path we walk along – soon we won’t be able to walk this way because it will be overgrown with nettles like it is on the other side of the wood.
It’s quite tall garlic.
And I’m quite small.
And there’s lots of it.
And only one of me.
Almost out of the wood now… and back to the clearing in the middle.
Which leads us out to this field we have to walk across.
And then out onto the lane to Cockroad Farm. We’ve never met any cars on here so I don’t have to go on the lead.
It’s a lovely old building with what looks like a very nice walled garden… that we can’t see into.
But you can see the perfectly trimmed yew hedges and the pollarded apple trees.
We walk through their gate which is where the bridleway goes, to Half Moon and Manswood. We’re not sure where Half Moon is, it’s not on the OS map.
Here I am in their driveway, about to walk down that path into the woods.
It’s a nice track and all downhill to the village.
It comes out along this path where there are always some pheasants to chase – here I am running back after following a trail back into the woods.
And the black splodge in the corner of the field is me just before I ran into the crop and had to do some proper ‘springing’ like a springer spaniel, so I could see where I was going!
Almost back now, we’re at the Old School.
And then on the final path back to the car. It’s been another great flower walk on a lovely sunny evening. 16 degrees with a chilly breeze from the north.