A favourite walk is up to the duck pond. Polly is growing too old to enjoy walks up there. One of her legs hurts so I won't make her do anything she doesn't want to.
The Man of the Place and I went up and were astounded by the devastation! The trees are gone!
It looks like a war zone.
There are still signs of spring. They didn't harvest the gorse
One of the remaining Larch is sprouting needles
and of course, frogs :-)
Just so I could prove to Polly that even though we went up to the pond without her, we didn't have a good time. I fell in the mud.