Oooooh, we did well today. We went a bit further afield, to a little place along the river that we haven’t visited for a few years. This is the Crook o’ Lune and it’s very lovely. The place we would usually park the car was closed, but that was fine for us because it meant we had to walk a bit further.
Warning: nothing funny or scary happened today; it was idyllic.
So we walked through the little village of Caton to part of the cycle track that leads to the river, and the trees opened up to reveal this. I don’t know if you can get a more English view than that, can you? Looks like something from The Vicar of Dibley.
A gorgeous stretch of the cycle track, this is. We didn’t feel like stretching ourselves too much today because it was just divine to be outside, appreciating the fresh air, listening to the birds going completely bonkers (I’m absolutely certain a heard a peacock in someone’s garden, and that’s not a native bird, so I can’t give you a link to its call!), and gasping every couple of minutes at the changing colours of the sky. We kept catching glimpses of it through the trees.
This bit, at any time of day, always makes me think of Lord of the Rings. I think it looks a very little bit like Hobbiton. In real life, I’ve seen kingfishers down there, and I think it’s the right time of year for them, but I don’t know if there are any left.
We had a cup of tea (Matthew from his flask, me from my new vacuum cup — more tea for everyone!) on the bridge (which has lots of benches along it), looking down on this stunning vista, wishing we could stay and camp out. But I didn’t think we’d walked far enough, so we decided to go down and see the sheep.
Course, first we had to get past the guard geese. These two came tottering over, honking their heads off, to see if we had anything for them, closely followed by another pair. Most of them ignored us, though, and carried on eating grass. I didn’t know geese ate grass.
Lots of sheep and lambs. This is just a few of them — there were lots more, but I couldn’t get them all in one shot. The lambs were very curious and some started to come towards us for a better look, though not too close.
This one was very interested in being friends, until its mum wandered off and it realised it was alone. Then it shouted for her, and she answered, ‘over here, love, come on’. That’s definitely what she said.
These two, who Matthew decided to call Ruffnut and Tuffnut, were gambolling all over the place and jumped off the bank at one point. This must be a regular game for them because they found their way back up in seconds. They let us get just a tiny big closer than this before their mum shouted them home for bed.
There she is. I think I heard her saying, ‘where the bloody hell have you two been? You better not have been playing on that river bank again!’
After that, we ambled back to Caton and the car. I didn’t take any more photos because it was just a lovely night to ... be.
Social distancing was being practised beautifully in this little area — people stopping to let other people pass with plenty of space, but all very smiley, all with an ‘evenin’’. Well done, everyone.
Long day of work tomorrow, so it’ll be a teeny walk.
Until then, my chickadees.
WQ
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