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the green lane

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

I'm feeling very well.
It's been almost three weeks since my last visit to the doctor and at last things seem to have settled down.
My bloodtests were normal and my immune system is a lot higher so maybe this is the start of something good!

I actually feel different, I have more energy and I love that I've got back to my daily walks. Sometimes they're just around the village but I do go somewhere everyday.

I've taken loads of pictures over the last three weeks walks but loading them here is so frustrating...they're all taken with the same camera but it tells me time and time again 'this file is too large to save'.
It loads some and not others...mostly long shots, no flowers, fruit, insects etc...and can take ages before it tells me it isn't going to do it...aaargh! it makes me mad! is a little blog and some photos it has deigned to load!

It felt so good to get back into my comfy old grey walking boots and my 'stay-dri' socks, they've been sadly neglected of late.

When I set off it was dull and overcast, we've had rain and the odd sunny day but the weather seems to be back to our quintessential English 'not sure what it's going to do' type of weather again and though it was dull it was still warm and there was a nice breeze blowing, enough to ruffle your hair, just right for walking really.

I decided I'd walk down a nearby green lane which eventually leads to a burbling little stream and a small pond to see what was about.
A green lane is an area between fields which is wide enough for a farmer to drive his tractor etc through to his other fields, they are a haven for wildlife as they go undisturbed for most of the time. They are high hedged on both sides with wide gappy spaces every now and again which gives good views out over the fields. These green avenues were the main routes for people to walk between villages in the days before cars so have been here a very long time.

This particular little lane was like a disused cart track and had sprouted clumps of green grass in the middle of the chalky ruts making a nice soft springy path for me to saunter along.

The birds were singing sweetly, I spied a flock of yellowhammers all twittering in the high hawthorn hedge before they saw me and rose enmasse into the air to disappear over the fields.
Swallows were chinking in amongst the corn, quartering the fields hunting on the wing, their dark blue wings hardly seemed to move as they manouvered like small fast aeroplanes.
Myriads of teeny tiny flies danced in the air.
And in the distance, a pheasant craiked.

It was still and humid in among the hedges, there aren't many insects and butterflies about this year but the lush greenery is swathed with masses of wild dog roses either in white or blushed a delicate pale pink or else immersed in the wiry tendrils of greater bindweed with it's huge white trumpet shaped flowers.

I spied a pair of ringlet butterflies fluttering their courtship dance together and a lone seven spot ladybird was labouriously climbing up a gently swaying grass frond.

Through the gaps in the hedge I could see a borage field, it's purple haze spread across the horizon like a banner. You don't see this crop very often these days so it was a joy to behold. These fields used to be awash with bees but the summer hasn't materialised this year and neither have the insects.

Tall delicate towers of wild oats sprouted from the wheat fields on spindly stalks, head and shoulders above the son used to walk the fields pulling these for a meagre sum when he was a student home from university for the holidays, he always slept well after the exercise!

Nearing the stream the phragmites was in full frond along the field edges, this common reed is so beautiful when it first fronds up with a gorgeous magenta-purple tinge to it's feathery plumes, it's so pretty.

There were a few insects buzzing around the water, mainly little flies, and I watched a water boatman lazily dipping his oars to propel himself across the stream. The meniscus seemed to dip beneath his feet and appeared almost too delicate to hold him, but it did.

A water spider lurked in the edges near the reeds ready to trap the unwary, she withdrew quickly when I tweaked at the reed she was sat on.

A large arched and gnarled branch from an old ash had fallen, the jagged scar on the trunk was already darkening and would soon be a home for woodlice and the like, the farmer had moved it acoss the gap in the hedge, thus it made a wonderful seat for a welcome rest.
I sipped from my water bottle as I gazed at the magnificent panorama spread before me. I was enamoured as I looked across the barley field with it's huge round bales and then beyond to the far horizon with Mother Nature's handiwork displayed in a beautiful patchwork quilt of irregular fields and hedges in a multitude of greens, browns and yellows. The dull bluey-grey of the horizon appeared to edge the quilt with it's haziness.

At last the pond appeared, sadly naked!
Not a duck or coot to be seen though I had heard a coot as I quietly approached but then in the dark shadows by the farthest edge of the pool I spied a grey heron...but he'd spied me too and the resultant blurred shot is the luckiest yet as seconds later, feet tucked below him, he was winging his way over the hedge never to be seen again!

I sat a while drinking in the peace and quiet, watching the wind ruffle the pond's surface and set the reeds to a gentle sway as it soughed it's way through the green spears. And that little coot finally appeared, paddling her way round the pool edges stirring up the mud and calling softly every now and again as if to reassure herself.

When she left I did too, making my way back to the ash tree seat for another rest and as I sat there what should appear but a little brown bunny rabbit. It was grazing happily, quite unconcerned it got nearer and nearer until it was about two feet away from me before it suddenly sensed I was there and hopped off at high speed back down the track, it's little white scut bobbing gently and the last of it to disappear through the bottom of the hedgerow.

Well, that's my walk.
Hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

wild oats

Borage field


Grey heron


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    You make it sound so beautiful. My husband brought me home a book tonight that has hiking trials and walks for the Madison, WI area looking forward to trying out a few of the hikes.

    I have had the same problem with uploading pictures it does getting frustrating!
    2091 days ago
    Wow! It sounds amazing out there! Like another world! As usual great pictures! Definitely made my morning! It's like I had a mini vacation! Thanks for sharing!
    2091 days ago
    What a wonder walk! Thank you for sharing it with us.
    2091 days ago
    emoticon Thank you for sharing!
    2091 days ago
    You have a wonderful way with words.............Felt like I was along side of you all the way..............thanks............
    2091 days ago
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