I had a couple of parcels to post today. Our PO is a good walk away.
We passed this post box on our route. It's an Edward VII one, he reigned from 1901 to 1910 so it's over 100 years old. I did look this infomation up purely to put on my blog but it has sparked a little bit of interest; I'm now going to look a little more closely at the other post boxes around the village. Some may think I'm sad!
The schools round here have a week off at this time of year so I'm accompanied by A & N (I do have the pram with us though N surprises me by wanting to most of the way).
Where I grew up in Scotland we used to have a two week break at this time of year which we called the tattie holidays and yes I did go and pick potatoes for the full two weeks (weather permitting). When I started at the age of 12 I earned £4 a day (on a half bit, most people were on a full bit for £8 per day) rising to £13 per day by the age of 17 when I'd switched farms and was on a tattie machine rather than in a squad. Ahhh, those were the days. One of my brothers has a photo of us all at the tatties, I'll see if I can get it scanned in for a future fascinating tattie picking post...
Back to our walk... after posting the parcels we decide to take the scenic route home via lanes and cycle paths - though a longer distance it's much more pleasant than the direct walk down the centre of the village (narrow pavements and roads with fast traffic is not a good combination).
Several groups of wild geese pass overhead.
Farms viewed from a colorful bridge over the cycle path.
Jackdaws crowd onto a dead tree.
Almost there, the final stretch through the park took a long time - much inspecting and collecting of stones, stick, leaves, conkers, etc...
When we did get back A remarked on how lovely it was to get home after being out for a big long walk in the cold. I do agree, though I wish it was to a tidier and cleaner house!