Last weekend, after a day of constant rain, the heaven’s buckets were finally depleted by early evening and we decided to go for a quick walk around one of our favourite circuits and fill our lungs with some fresh air before supper.
A quick stomp through the puddles along our street leads to a country path. There was a freshness in the air and you could almost feel the relief of the greenery as their roots eagerly sucked up the long awaited moisture draining through the hard packed earth. Across the stone bridge and into the fields, following swaying cows, slowly plodding in for milking.
The river surprisingly full considering how little rain we have had over the past months.
We love this sculptural tree stump – ferociously attacked by lightning several years back, it now rises out of the water like a hungry beast.
Across the bridge and back again … just because.
Back into the village – the splendid old Court House (the local grammar school for over 200 years) and imposing 13th century church.
Gateway to the Treasurer’s House; a medieval building completed in 1293, and now the oldest inhabited house in Somerset .
The Market House and Market Cross
Colourful front gardens for passersby to share.
My favourite house - straight out of the Brothers Grimm tales remembered from my childhood
More pretty gardens
… and back to ‘our place’, the aroma of slow cooked beef welcoming us home, lungs filled with fresh, rain washed air, limbs stretched and tummy’s empty.
Now that I have posted these photos I realise how bad they are - the light was not good at all. I wanted to capture our walk, as an indulgent reminder of a lovely walk for ourselves. Not really intended as a blog post, tonight I decided to share it and now realise it looks nowhere near as picturesque as it was in real life! Hey-ho!