Last Saturday, CBC and I decided to go for a walk somewhere. There was no particular plan,we set off in the car and ended up parking the car in Coggeshall (not so far from Kelvedon)
After a nice lunch and a parking ticket (grr), we walked from a certain point.
The beginning of the walk was accompanied by the sweet aroma of wild orchids (I believe)- they flanked the path of both sides quite densely.
After a while we reached a stretch of fields- the sight off those beautifully ploughed lines is one of my favourite things about the countryside. It reminds me of that line from Wordsworth's Daffodils, "They stretched in never ending line, along the margin of a bay."
A small patch of Michaelmas daisies greeted us at one end of the field, blinking their white lashes upon golden eyes.
Fluffy, green gloved plants pointed the way forward.
Much speculation ensued over what crops were newly growing here. I suspected Sprouts.
The light shone beautifully upon those green laced fields.
The map showed some sort of Gardens. Marks Hall or something of that ilk. We walked the outskirts of it.
A grove of olive trees welcomed you to the gardens.
We skirted the borders of the gardens and continued into the woods. This beautiful plant reminded me somewhat of Bindweed but with greater variety of colour which made me feel more benevolent towards it than I would have done were it that notorious scourge of gardeners.
A final avenue led into the woods alongside a deer park. Many scampering squirrels were available for viewing- the deer were somewhat less forthcoming.
An elderly tree with a heart cut out was bathed in sunlight from various angles.
The final destination was a small Airfield where we stood and watched some small planes coming in and being tucked up for the night. It was time to turn round.
As we watched, we discussed the route back to the car- several suggestions were mooted but the Sunset was due in 30 minutes and we reckoned after Civil Twillight, Nautical Twilight and Astronomical daylight, we would only have an extra 45 minutes.
The sky became an evolving artist's canvas and we delighted at its appearance at different intervals.
The light reflected onto these hay bales.
That sky of dazzling gold!
It was quite a sight.
The hues subdued as time progressed and we found our way.
The final view I leave you with is of this dreamy view.
The walk from Coggeshall was one of general happiness and freedom- CBC and I really enjoyed each other's company in the solitude of the countryside.
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