Tag: life in the country

A Country Kid’s Post: A Lovely Summer Walk

After constantly moaning about the weather last week, we thankfully had glorious weather over the weekend.  And last Sunday was one of those lovely days where the sun was out and it was nice and warm(ish), a perfect day for a walk through farmlands.

We are lucky our lovely neighbours own about 500 acres of land surrounding our house and has kindly told us that we ca roam it freely.  They even gave us a map!  And since it was a lovely day, we decided that it’s about time we did some exploring with the dogs.

We also decided that it was best to put the dogs in their leash, we knew there were cows, but weren’t sure if there were sheep too.  We were also dog-sitting our friends’ dog Wilbur, who also happens to be Doc’s best-friend.

And there’s little T leading the walk …

Little T decides to stop and admire the view.

As you can see, we don’t live far from the coast, although of course not as near as where we used to live.  But I love our house and I’m okay with seeing the sea in the horizon.  On a clear day, you can even spot it from our back garden too.

With the map in hand, we just walked on and on and on.

Passed the cows who looked at our little group suspiciously.  Couldn’t resist taking some photos of wild flowers by the path.

Now if only we had more days like these, summers in England would just be heavenly.  After awhile T announced that she was getting tired and the dogs seemed thirsty, so we decided to head back home.

And what better way to end a beautiful day out in the sun, by dining al fresco in our garden of course.

Yesterday though and today, all that is forgotten, as we are once again cloaked in grey and rain.

Did you have a lovely weekend too?

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A Country Kids Post: The Graveyard Seekers

Little T loves skeletons, Monster High Dolls, Tim Burton’s Nightmare Before Christmas and the Corpse’s Bride and her current favourite book is Goth Girl.  She also happens to love graveyards. She likes visiting them and walking around and trying to read their names.  When I tell her that it’s time to walk hDoc, she will always say “Can we go through the graveyard mum?”  I always sigh and give in.  This time though to make it somehow a little bit more fun, I told her to look for the oldest gravestone she could find.

First, she spied the tulips and wanted to smell the flowers.

The she found this lovely stone sculpture on one of the graves.

She looked around.

And around.

Then we found this 1786 headstone.  I actually know that there are older graves than this one, inside Forrarbury church which some parts of it dates back to the Norman times.  But I didn’t want to mention this to T.  I wanted to walk the dog and go home. so mum stayed mum.

To be fair though, I do like graveyards too, especially here in England, they are so interesting, just don’t ask me to explore it at night.

What about you?

Do you like them too, or do you find them too grim?

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