I am going to take you on a walk from my house up to the village and back. It is about 2 miles in all. Not far, so you won’t be too tired at the end.

We are walking along the bottom of a small valley with a stream next to us hidden in the undergrowth. The ridge is just visible through thr hazel leaves.

Around the corner before we start climbing upwards, the stream pours under the road and comes out in a pool sparkling in the sun.

Once we reach the top of the winding bends of road, the view back down to the valley opens out to show the fields, woods and rolling hills of Herefordshire.

A Horse Chestnut tree grows over the road and is just starting to drop it’s fruit. No polish needed for this rich shiny hand conker just right for holding.

Just a bit further on, the mean spiky brambles bear juicy blackberries.

And here we are next to the village green with a view of the start of the black mountains in the distance. A tractor is on it’s way to continue hedge cutting around the village.

Back down the hill past the horse chestnut tree.

The road winds tightly around the contours of fields.

Back to the bottom where a triangle of grass still produces snowdrops at the end of winter. They were planted 20 years to say “Hullo” by the 80 year old gentleman who lived nearby in a house with no running water or electricity. I miss his stewardship of the land here.

The trees curl protectively overhead along the lane in a magical tunnel. We are nearly back to the start.

And here we are under the majestic copper beech with her flowery slippers. Standing guard at the entrance to my home. Thank you for coming with me and have a lovely day.