Yesterday afternoon we took Sorrel out for the second of her daily walks. Although I live in what was a very industrialised part of the north-west of England (used to be able to count 7 factory chimneys from my garden and many coal mines) our little town is surrounded with beautiful countryside. Just three minutes walk away from my front door we have the old railway line (thank you Dr Beeching for closing it) which leads through light woodland and farm fields to a local woods/park.
Here are some photos I took yesterday.
This is near the beginning of the path (Sorrel marching on in front in the hope of finding a squirrel to chase). The trees that were on the right have been cleared in preparation for work on a guided bus-way to Manchester a folly in the making but it has opened out the views so some good has come out of it if only temporarily. The woods in front were planted on an old mine spoil heap - much more beautiful now that 30 years ago.
We have reached the trees now, again with some cleared on the right to widen the path but more in the background and the sound of spotted woodpeckers ringing out, and the laugh of the green woodpecker as well. Through the trees on the left are Lilford Woods and park, given to the town by a Victorian worthy (Lord Lilford I think).
Here we are in the woods proper with Sorrel caught in a shaft of sunlight - before she caught a whiff of something and dived off stage left chasing something.
Just as lovely today so we will be back out there later this afternoon.