Pastures New
As is the case with near on everyone, I haven’t been anywhere in ages due to the bug that’s been doing the rounds. Last weekend that all changed. I travelled up the east side of the country to the county of Norfolk. It was a long overdue change of scene and proved to be a welcome break from typing and television. Much of the time was spent walking. Saturday’s walk entailed traversing several fords.
A hauntingly beautiful tree.
Despite the omnipresent threat of a downpour, we were only drizzled on a few times.
How’s this for a close up shot of a wild rabbit. Good thing the dog had gone on ahead. Had it not, bunny would likely have bolted long before I got this close.
The entrance to a medieval monastery.
And here are the ruins of the monastery.
A tranquil village at the halfway point of the walk.
On the Sunday, I went to ‘The Washes’. In the winter they are a flooded haven for migratory wildfowl. At this time of year farmers graze their animals here. There is something disconcerting about being followed by cattle. I’ve heard several horror stories recently of people being trampled by them. I managed to make it through the herd unscathed.
Trigga, having smelt a pheasant hiding in the long grass.
Since my childhood many decades ago, I have always wanted to walk to ‘The Iron Bridge’.
Here is a picture of yours truly under the bridge.
