I'm up early to quieten N who's squawking loudly to let us know that Makka Pakka has escaped from the cot. I take a peek out the window, see what a gorgeous morning it is so after a quick breakfast (a butter & honey sandwich, yum) I'm on the bike for 7am!
I head down through the village this morning then climb the long hill up to the braes.
Jumbly farm buildings and lambs.
The air is clear and pure and the view of the hills to the north is breathtaking. There is no sound other than the skylarks warbling away.
The beginning of this ride is the reverse of the end of this one which I did in March and when we still had quite a bit of snow lying around. It was also the ride when I spotted the spooky dolls, and, I regret to report, they're still there! I didn't photograph them this time round though as they're looking rather the worse for wear now.
The tree avenue is now in leaf.
Love their ears!
Clipped hedges and neatly rolled fields line this road.
Blackthorn in bloom.
This poor little fellow has a broken wing. I think it may be a grey wagtail but I'm not certain.
Coconut perfumed gorse and blue skies.
The road home.
When hubby, A & N return from swimming lessons we head off on the bikes again to spend the rest of the day at a nearby agricultural show. Photos to follow...
I've cycled about 40 miles today, the farthest I've done for a long while. My knees and bum ache a little!