It was so beautiful this afternoon, that I was compelled to go for a long walk with Polly, my faithful hound. She had a grand time, especially when we got to the forest, climbed over the stile and I could unhook her from her lead. This is the road as seen from our drive going north. If you walk up that road a bit to Charlie's place, this is the view of Whitelees. Whitelees is to the right and you can see the hills of the Lake District in the distance. It's beautiful in the winter when they're all snow capped. The English Lake District, home to Beatrix Potter and William Wordsworth. Visit in the spring and you can wander lonely as a cloud as you go to view a host of golden daff-o-dils.
These are some of the mushrooms I saw on my walk. Its that time of year again. Most of the mushrooms were found under beech trees and had been nibbled. I'll post the names of them if and when I figure them out. I must have seen over a dozen different varieties.
When we got to the woods, the air was wonderful! It smelled like walking through a Christmas tree farm. Very piney. I could feel the roses being put on my cheeks.
The ponds up by the hunting hides.
As you know from my blog entry yesterday, it has been rainy. I really should have worn my wellies, but I didn't. This a photo of the mud -
There were other creatures walking in the same mud. . .
I have been inspired by fellow bloggers to try adding in a bit of video footage. Here is my daft dog on our walk. I sure hope this works. . .