Where shall I walk today? I look at a map of my region and I have covered every inch of it within fifteen miles of this house. It is nice to walk in what I call "virgin territory" as I did on Monday when Clint delivered me to Laxton in Nottinghamshire.
That was an hour away and I don't wish to drive that sort of distance today so I guess I am going to have to cover old ground. Mind you, revisiting a circular walk I have completed in the past is never quite the same. The season, the light, the changes we see in nature -it's always subtly different from before.
Another sunny morning in Lockdown Land. These past three months - March, April and now May have all been exceptionally dry. The earth is crying out for rain.
On Monday I walked by two vast fields of broad beans. They were hanging on but hardly thriving in their sun-baked clay soil. In this country, most farmers rely upon rain from the sky to make their crops grow, We are not set up for artificial irrigation in the way that farms are in southern France or the Central Valley of California. Usually our problem is too much rainwater rather than too little.
Anyway, I need to get my act together now. The countryside is calling though I still don't know where I am going. I will tell you later where I went - assuming I make it home of course...