Thanks for all your messages and for calling in today.
I'm going to take you for a walk today, just around the local area, to make the most of a sunny morning. Time to stretch our legs.
Along the garden path . . .
and down the footpath, the heath opens up.
It's a bit boggy, luckily we have our boots on. Peering into the puddles, one pond skater can be seen.
My sunglasses are constantly on and off as the sun pops in and out.
There's the gate.
Our path is closed as the birds are nesting, back we have to go.
Down the wooded path which hovers over the bogginess . . .
Past the gorse bushes . . .
to the next gate.
Is there time to sit and ponder? No, too much to explore!
Through the next gate, we have to jump over the waterlogged patches.
Wobble, wobble, oops, careful.
Which way now?
Brand new leaves opening up.
Over the stile.
Finding more explosions of Spring.
Till we get home.
Ha ha not there, here.
In time to watch the Grand National, who will win the cup? Plastic of course!!