Sunday was a strange humid day with a sluggish breeze and heavy clouds when we set off for our walk. It was a 'fall-out-the-back-door-and-on-to-the-hills' kind of walk. Our village shelters in the lea of a large soggy lump of a hill and our path traversed it's boggy moorland shoulders. The 'water engineers' were keen to release the trapped puddles from the rutted path, encouraging them to flow down towards to the stream.
Mud and moorland made way for dark forests and secret pathways. We stepped into the gloom and had to wait for our eyes to adjust and as soon as they had, we could see it was a place where fungi and spiders quietly hid.We burst out of the forest into a marshy glade and followed the free running stream that flowed along our path, all the time being watched by careful eyes.
Lemon shortbread - steaming hot and straight from the oven, mugs of tea and my boys 'n me of course.
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