I wrote this piece a few weeks ago and saved it to my own personal journal. Today I thought that I would share. I have added in some photos of my own as well as some from the internet.
Alresford is not your typical chocolate box English country village, indeed the part that I live in feels less villagey as I am on the main road. However what Alresford does have is a sense of community and the people here are so lovely. Surrounded by beautiful countryside and close to the River Colne I have found the diversity here quite inspiring. I have already spoken about the skies and the colours now I will show a little of what I see each weekend as I head out on my local adventures.
Why not share a walk with me today as I reflect on one of my previous walks.
|The weather is just glorious here such a fantastic day for a long, long walk.I was up early. Max is back into his routine and was rather put out that I wasnt already up at 5 so decided to sing until I got up. I say sing because I was woken by a rather loud howling which was quite funny as he sounded so grumpy. How on earth could I ignore a calling like that? The greeting provided as I arrived at the bottom of the stairs was hilarious, anybody would have thought I had been gone for weeks. Giving him a big cuddle, a long cold drink and letting him out to the garden for a little trot around and sniff of the hedges seemed to settle him down so I made a cup of tea and went back to bed taking the opportunity to read for a while before going back to sleep until 8. There are two windows in the bedroom and the back one overlooks the fields I opened the curtains when I went back to bed and I was woken by the sun streaming through the bedroom and the sight of birds in the garden. It really helps to see the sun.Max and I had a long leisurely breakfast and then tootled out for our walk. Not sure how far we walked but we were out for 2 1/2 hours. First we headed towards Alresford Creek. Try as I may I could not find out much information about this place.
although I do believe that this is part of an overhead conveyor which used to bring sand to the jetty from the quarry in Alresford.
turning back and taking the path to the side of the ruins of St Peters Church built in 1300 but sadly ravished by fire in 1971. With an intention to head towards Wivenhoe and the river we stopped to investigate the grounds for a while.
photo courtesy of google
my own view
on down to the river and along the path to Wivenhoe
courtesy of google
after a bit of wander through the little lanes of Wivenhoe giving me time to indulge in oggling the little cottages on the unadopted road, fantasising of living in one of them we turned back towards Cockaynes Wood. This is the place Max loves. The smell of rabbits and squirrels, sticks to run away with and grass on the edges in which to roll to his hearts content.
photo courtesy of panoramio.com
After a final wander along Cockaynes Lane where Max refused to leave his stick
Before finally arriving home for a well earned rest and to record my cheerful wanderings
a welcome sight
This all reminds me of one of my favourite quotes from one of my heroines.
Pick the day. Enjoy it – to the hilt. The day as it comes. People as they come… The past, I think, has helped me appreciate the present – and I don’t want to spoil any of it by fretting about the future.
— Audrey Hepburn