I walk to the local Primary School in the Village at least once every weekday. Most days twice there and twice back. The majority of the time I don't really 'see' things on my walk. On a Black Dog day that might be because I don't see or feel much at all, on other days it might be because we're rushing as No. 2 Son took so long getting his shoes on, or lately it has been because we are so bundled up and with my hood up, I have trouble even crossing the road.
Today the sun has been shining and I used this Blog as a reason to take my camera out with me and looked about me along the way.
A beautiful Blossom tree in my neighbours garden.
A little stream, normally dried up, but today babbling along.
Another beautiful blossom.
One of the many kitties along the route.
We have lots of Dartmoor dry stone walling around us, all flowering.
One of the neighbours doing their bit for the energy crisis.
A lovely use for some old railway sleepers.
No.2 Son is green with envy every time he sees this bike. It has me worried.
The beautiful yarns in the local wool shop. VERY expensive!!
An historic arch in the middle of the road.
This is normally as close to the school as I'm allowed to go. It's up behind the blue railing on the right and the gate is where the lady in the blue jacket is.
The Youf of Today
The only slight mar on my lovely walk today, was No. 2 Son's use of the English Language. When told an interesting fact, the normal response these days seems to be "Seriously?!" HE said this several times in the space of 9 minutes this morning.
Now is it just me that has the overwhelming urge to repeat said fact in a lower more serious tone of voice.
Me, on spotting a bumblebee: Bumblebees can travel up to 12miles from the nest to forage for nectar.
No.2. Son: Seriously?
Me, in a very grave and somber tone: Bumblebees can travel up to 12miles from the nest to forage for nectar.
Now surely, he means, Really? or Truthfully? but seriously, does he seriously mean, Seriously?