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Saturday, 27 September 2008

Friday's Walk.

Another glorious day, and it's the weekend. How good is that? As I lay in bed this morning with only the sound of birdsong I thought what a long way we've come from when we were first married, over 30 years ago. Our first home was a council flat, new and very nice but overlooking a motorway with lorries roaring past, 24/7 and just a 5ft square balcony. And now we have all this.
Jake is staying over for the weekend so that he and Romas can shoot each other with their airsoft guns. They've also been electrocuting each other with some laser pistols and if that wasn't enough they've had a few bouts with big wooden home-made swords. I can see a bit of a pattern here. Speaking as an ardent pacifist I don't think I quite got the message across. Oldest son, Vytas, often spends his weekends taking part in battles with pike and armour. Oh, and I've got two swords hanging on the bedroom wall but I abhor fighting, honestly.
Gardening today was more cutting back of summer growth and general tidying up. There is still so much in flower, even the climbing roses have a good display and the passion flower is still producing flowers. It was barbecue time again, very civilised. I freecycled a double mattress which was surplus to requirements which was collected this afternoon but the single bed I also offered has no takers, so if we can get it in the car we'll take it to the recycling centre.
Some pictures from yesterday's walk.

Morning sunshine across the fields.



A cattle track which narrows and falls steeply into our valley.


Down at the bottom of the track is the same stream which flows 3ft from the back of the house.



Let's be thankful for our beautiful world.

1 comment:

Domestic Executive said...

These photos remind me so much of the walking we did when we lived in Oxfordshire. You just can't beat English countryside for the rich tapestry of colours, textures and atmosphere. Thanks for the boost reminder of things I do still miss. New Zealand countryside has a beauty of it's own but not quite English, however hard the colonials tried to make it that way!