Yesterday - another walk. This time I was an hour away from home in Staffordshire. I parked in the village of Warslow. It was a warm day so your intrepid reporter was clad in khaki shorts that revealed his muscular legs to all and sundry. A sunhat was also required as the golden orb seared down upon the earth. Add in the black "Carling" lager polo shirt I won at the pub and some size 11 boots and you have a picture of pure country style. Apparently, "Vogue" are after me to do a photoshoot.
Windows were open, airing houses as the lovely River Manifold glistened and tumbled on its way to meet The River Dove and later the Trent. Towards the end of the five hour trek I trudged up Ecton Hill - once the site of the world's most productive copper mine. It made The Dukes of Devonshire even richer than before and lined the hulls of hundreds of wooden Royal Navy vessels with the rustproof metal.
I took a hundred photographs yesterday but the pictures I have chosen to share with you are all of lambs I saw along the way. When first born, lambs will often show little fear of humans as they gambol and frolic. They were enjoying yesterday's sunshine, discovering the very joy of just being alive. I especially enjoyed watching the little flock of lambs in the yard at Lower Wigginstall. Now there's a name to conjure with.
|At the triangulation pillar on Ecton Hill|