My little blog has been sadly neglected for a long while, like an orphan child. Actual life intervened and took over for a bit, and then coming back turned out to be hard when I felt I had absolutely nothing of interest to say ...
But looking back through my photos it seems there have been days I felt worth capturing, so here with few words are pictures instead ...
But looking back through my photos it seems there have been days I felt worth capturing, so here with few words are pictures instead ...
Easter Sunday, back at the start of April, was spent on our friends' farm, perched on a hilltop precisely on the border of two counties, with views of rolling Dorset countryside all the way down to the south coast of England.
Trees were brown and bare, despite the fact that it was technically spring, and it was very, very cold still.
After lunch there was a walk in the woods ...
After lunch there was a walk in the woods ...
... featuring walkers well-wrapped against the cold and welly-shod, English-style, for the mud ...
... two happy dogs - one a scruffy little biscuit-coloured terrier and the other a noble russet hound ...
and woods filled with acres of wild garlic, growing rampantly ...
their white flowers (reeking and also edible) just days from bursting open and turning the woods white
