5th
May 2013
Yesterday eve, Mr Blackbird sang me a lullaby as I went on an adventure to my dreams.
This
morning, Pisces hungered for the moon and a still cold night had laid
a light frost upon the ground.
Another perfect morning. And May is is bloom.
Dee came over with Maisie and we drove to Ightham Mote for a figure of eight walk to Sevenoaks, Godden Green, Shipbourne and back to the Mote.
The Ransoms are in flower now and the scent of garlic very strong, but could not quite overpower the heady smell of the Bluebells. The monotony of blue was broken with Stitchwort, and Wood Anemone. Up on the Greensand Ridge, we looked down on Mr and Mrs Buzzard, their backs glowing in the early morning Sun. A Little Owl squawked at us and went on his way. A Cuckoo in the distance reminded us of the season.
Yellow Figwort and Speedwell were in the shade on the Ridge; cool and damp, pretty in the shade.
We found an unusually warm spot in Knole Park among the deer and Parakeets and sat in the Sun for breakfast. And then on through Godden Green into the wood toward Lower Bitchet with the voice of a Willow Warbler above us. At Bitchet Green we crossed over for Broadhoath Wood and onto the ridge again. We found a bench on an ancient path with an avenue of very old Beeches, right on the edge of the Ridge and a steep drop in front. In dappled sunlight, we drank coffee and drank the view across the Weald.
Then down to the valley at Budds and into woods again. Very cool in the shade, but warm out of it, we put on and took off layers as we went. In the Sun across the fields to St. Giles' Church at Shipbourne, It was certainly layers off!
Back at the Mote, we had a well-deserved coffee, and then home. A flawless day.
Another perfect morning. And May is is bloom.
Dee came over with Maisie and we drove to Ightham Mote for a figure of eight walk to Sevenoaks, Godden Green, Shipbourne and back to the Mote.
The Ransoms are in flower now and the scent of garlic very strong, but could not quite overpower the heady smell of the Bluebells. The monotony of blue was broken with Stitchwort, and Wood Anemone. Up on the Greensand Ridge, we looked down on Mr and Mrs Buzzard, their backs glowing in the early morning Sun. A Little Owl squawked at us and went on his way. A Cuckoo in the distance reminded us of the season.
Yellow Figwort and Speedwell were in the shade on the Ridge; cool and damp, pretty in the shade.
We found an unusually warm spot in Knole Park among the deer and Parakeets and sat in the Sun for breakfast. And then on through Godden Green into the wood toward Lower Bitchet with the voice of a Willow Warbler above us. At Bitchet Green we crossed over for Broadhoath Wood and onto the ridge again. We found a bench on an ancient path with an avenue of very old Beeches, right on the edge of the Ridge and a steep drop in front. In dappled sunlight, we drank coffee and drank the view across the Weald.
Then down to the valley at Budds and into woods again. Very cool in the shade, but warm out of it, we put on and took off layers as we went. In the Sun across the fields to St. Giles' Church at Shipbourne, It was certainly layers off!
Back at the Mote, we had a well-deserved coffee, and then home. A flawless day.
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