In a dark wood, where the straight way was lost
Off early up the hill to Anton's house in my walking gear. Klaudia opening the door to me like a proper grown up girl. Both Godchildren on good form today. Anton drove us then to Ashdown forest. We got lost on route due to Anton not listening to my navigation, or my navigation not being clear enough. Some discussion about this, which came as a relief from Anton frequently steering our conversation to Manchester Utd.
We arrived at our starting point for what was going to be long circular route through the forest. Ashdown forest had inspired Milne's Winnie the Pooh stories. Unusually for us we got repeatedly lost, but the forest was so beautiful that we hardly bickered at all. This despite Anton having to repeatedly consult maps and compass, and taking several wrong turns.
The forest is mixed woodland and patches of heath and today the conditions were ideal. Cool but bright and sunny, and the bluebells were out in force. Anton claims that England has a quarter of the world's bluebells, which may or may not be a fact. There was flowering gorse on the heathland, and sometimes this would be close to a patch of bluebells, making the colours vibrate nicely.
Both of us were slightly underpowered today, but we enjoyed being on the trail for about four hours. Saw a windmill, and a swarm of bees, and a team of half a dozen strapping ladies with a wet dog, which Anton stared at frozenly. God knows I have an extensive collection of phobias, but Anton now quite speedy when walking near animals, all of which he regards as potential enemies. Even fields with the most benign sheep and lambs must be sped through, though not as speedily as when we were approached by the legendary big mother sheep of a year or so ago.
Back to Brighton and a cheeky beer in the Eddy. I then sloped home for a bit of a doze. In the evening had a good Chinese meal with Lorraine at Gars. Here among other things we talked about mental blocks. For Lorraine spent today sorting out downstairs in her house, which seems to her like the most difficult thing in the world. I have even noticed mental blocks about opening up another page on my computer screen to cross reference something. It can seems like too much trouble even though it is half a dozen clicks away. It's a bizarre phenomenon.
Below Anton, and various forest scenes, including a swarm of bees. As usual click the pic to enlarge.
Off early up the hill to Anton's house in my walking gear. Klaudia opening the door to me like a proper grown up girl. Both Godchildren on good form today. Anton drove us then to Ashdown forest. We got lost on route due to Anton not listening to my navigation, or my navigation not being clear enough. Some discussion about this, which came as a relief from Anton frequently steering our conversation to Manchester Utd.
We arrived at our starting point for what was going to be long circular route through the forest. Ashdown forest had inspired Milne's Winnie the Pooh stories. Unusually for us we got repeatedly lost, but the forest was so beautiful that we hardly bickered at all. This despite Anton having to repeatedly consult maps and compass, and taking several wrong turns.
The forest is mixed woodland and patches of heath and today the conditions were ideal. Cool but bright and sunny, and the bluebells were out in force. Anton claims that England has a quarter of the world's bluebells, which may or may not be a fact. There was flowering gorse on the heathland, and sometimes this would be close to a patch of bluebells, making the colours vibrate nicely.
Both of us were slightly underpowered today, but we enjoyed being on the trail for about four hours. Saw a windmill, and a swarm of bees, and a team of half a dozen strapping ladies with a wet dog, which Anton stared at frozenly. God knows I have an extensive collection of phobias, but Anton now quite speedy when walking near animals, all of which he regards as potential enemies. Even fields with the most benign sheep and lambs must be sped through, though not as speedily as when we were approached by the legendary big mother sheep of a year or so ago.
Back to Brighton and a cheeky beer in the Eddy. I then sloped home for a bit of a doze. In the evening had a good Chinese meal with Lorraine at Gars. Here among other things we talked about mental blocks. For Lorraine spent today sorting out downstairs in her house, which seems to her like the most difficult thing in the world. I have even noticed mental blocks about opening up another page on my computer screen to cross reference something. It can seems like too much trouble even though it is half a dozen clicks away. It's a bizarre phenomenon.
Below Anton, and various forest scenes, including a swarm of bees. As usual click the pic to enlarge.
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