There’s something about the fresh greenery at the moment which is so intoxicating you can almost forget entirely what is happening. A spring landscape that cries out to be walked into.
We are very fortunate. We can walk just a few yards and be on paths that take us into the heart of the countryside without breaking the restrictions. I’m mindful that lots of people are not in such a position.
Happily, there are no misleading signs on public rights of way in our neighbourhood. And the farmers we met on our travels greeted us – from a safe distance – with waves and smiles.
I said I would tear down any misleading notices purporting that rights of ways are closed. Happily, I haven’t had to. The farmers round here don’t care where you walk, right of way or not. They live and let live.
Blossom everywhere, friendly cows, new lambs and the fresh greenery. The haunting cries of curlews. Even young fish in the waters of the local beck.
We set out for an early ramble of six miles in this glorious sunshine. Grand views of the Pennines in one direction, the Lakeland Fells in the other, with the saddleback of Blencathra in the far distance.
A couple of hours and back for a cup of tea.
Pictures (c) J. Bainbridge