I walk down the lane to the farm near our house a few times a week. I don't live on the lane, I just have to walk out of our back gate and within about 5 minutes I am there. It's a place to go to when I need to clear my head, or get away from the traffic noise at the front of the house or just get some exercise.
I love the walk, it's quiet, peaceful and scenic. I stop at the gate and look across the fields. The view changes with the weather. Some days there's a mist clouding the distant hills, or sunshine lighting up the fields.
Along the lane the hedgerow changes with the seasons. Last week there was pussy willow, in a few weeks time there will be hawthorn blossom.
The sheep were in the field last week They're a bit timid, but at the same time inquisitive, wondering who I am. They were looking a bit fat, I wondered if next time there will be lambs too.
I walked down the lane today, the pussy willow had gone over and there were lambs in the field. They were in the far field so too far away to take a photo.
