The wonky gate to the 'rec' (recreation grounds) with its rusty squeak.
My view down into the village as we step through the wonky squeaky gate.
Our local footie league looking like bright spots of colour on the vast landscape.
Pendle hill looming on the horizon beneath an expansive sky.
Boulsworth - our hill. A huge and spreading sponge like hill that
even in the driest of dry summers squelches under foot.
Stone gate. This style of closure is now out of use, instead of the usual hinged wooden gate, the hole would be filled with stone which could be knocked down and used as an entrance then closed again with stone.
H.W? or M.H? - I will never know.
This stone lingers quietly in an old sunken pathway alongside a cemetery.
At the end of the old pathway, it drops suddenly even deeper down into the church yard.
The neighbouring village's original water source, now an attractive feature in a small park.
Heading back towards home, high above another small village.
Youngest reading a 'quirkily' written and 'interestingly' spelt sign. Over the years the author has written new and equally rambling grievances and sites them along his wall.
Another well used stile
There are several sites where planters over the last few years have sprung up
and are filled with herbs and vegetables for every one to use.
Thanks for meandering around with me :) I know I mentioned I would add some knitting news, but I've neglected to take any pictures and I've frogged back my work several times... sharing and showing will have to wait!
Well, end of the weekend, once again it has flashed by but I have really enjoyed it. Hope you did too :)