Going Nowhere In Particular

Sometimes when you look outside the window and you see the sky is a brilliant shade of blue for the first time in days, you feel the need to get out even though you have no idea where you want to go. So you slip on your shoes or you tie up the laces of your boots and you grab your camera and head out the door.  Saturday was just such a day … want to see where we went?

John is going on ahead as usual while I hang back to photograph a few macro shots of spring flowers. The forest is full of varying shades of green right now as the leaves are still coming out. Everything seems to be a bit late in the blooming probably due to our colder than normal winter.

Up ahead you have a choice in direction … take the left fork and go up a hill deeper into the woods or …

… if you continue on the main path you begin to see a special place for us. Can you see the sheep through the trees?

The light was perfect as we caught sight of the buttercup field.

Stepping into the meadow, we could see some bluebells to our right near the river’s edge.

As John was walking into the buttercup field, I told him I almost expected to see Thomas Hardy walking towards us with Tess trailing behind him.

I thought I we might spy Elizabeth Bennet out for a walk with her sisters just ahead, but John and I were the only two legged creatures around as we passed by the fat sheep munching in the meadow.

We discovered the reason for the lengthy ringing of the church bells earlier in the day when we saw the flowers arranged over the doorway to our parish church. Notice that someone cut the grass, but only part of it for some reason, making it look as if like they might have stopped for a break and not come back to finish the job.

The mix of flowers above the doorway was really lovely and I almost expected to see Marianne coming out on the arm of Colonel Brandon.

Inside were more flowers including a circlet around each of the pillars.

The flowers were a delightful mix of wild and cultivated providing a few photo opportunities.

I can never resist shooting from outside in even if the panes of old glass are a bit in need of a wash. I love the reflected surprises that can show up later when reviewing them.

After church, we stopped by the pub for a pint. I had my usual diet lemonade (like diet Sprite) while John sampled the special of the day.

If we didn’t live within walking distance, perhaps we might have talked the owner of this classic MG into giving us a lift home. Notice the church in the background … the white cottage in front of it is for sale if you’re interested in relocating or having a holiday home in Cornwall.

We’re having perfect weather again today and I’m off in a minute. Where am I going you may ask … nowhere in particular would have to be my reply, but it’s sure to be good wherever my feet lead me.

10 thoughts on “Going Nowhere In Particular

  1. How beautiful! The sights along the way as well as your photography of them. I’d love the cottage…How I wish I could afford to buy it for a quiet retreat. Usually cars don’t impress me, but I must say that’s a gorgeous one.

    Thank you for this inspiration this morning.

    And thank you, also, for sharing your experience with an online stalker. Hope all is well, for now, and continues to be well, of course.

  2. Okay now stop, this all too much for me. Goodness gracious. Naw, keep it coming. THis nowhere in particular is beautiful, somehow comforting and altogether lovely. Thank you for inviting us on your stroll.

  3. Elizabeth, I love seeing these walks through your camera. I must say that while I can carry my digital little guy (it’s light enough), it’s so disappointing compared to an SLR. Had the photos been better, I would have treated you to views of an verrrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyy long desert hike taken on BLM land south of Santa Fe. Anything green in the desert is short (except for the cottonwoods and some willows. But the desert was blooming. Indian paint brush (red), yellow daisy like flowers, tiny white stars that clump together, and a bright purple that looks like a perennial salvia, but a tiny one. When you take a picture of them in their sandy meadow, the colors completely disappear and so do they. The red in the red rock bleaches to orange, the ochre stays true, but even the sky bleaches by noon. The point of hike was beautiful views, seeing totally new country to me, hodoos, bones, fossils, shiny stones and petrified wood. That’s always worth it to me. We were desperate for shade on the way out, low on water, and walking in loose sand, back to an abandoned homestead.
    My discomfort made me wonder why it had been abandoned.

  4. Thank you! What a lovely walk, and with your beautiful photos it almost feels like I was there! I click the images and they fill the screen, and if i concentrate i am taken away! I’m always amazed and thrilled to see the many, many shades of green in the springtime.
    Your blog is one of the very few I wouldn’t miss – it’s always special!

  5. Beautiful as always. I always think of those lanes covered in snow from the winter . . . .love the wedding flowers on the lintel (?) of the church, your stop by the pub, and bluebells in the buttercup field.

    You are surrounded by so much physical beauty there, it’s wonderful how you take it in so profoundly — and share it around!

  6. Looks/sounds like a beautiful day..and altho you had nowhere in particular you were going..you found your way to somewhere special and good!

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