Sue had to go over to Alsager on family business this Tuesday so, after meeting up with my daughter, I was left at a loose end in the efternoon. I decided to explore some of the paths around Bakewell. I set off, this was the great view of the church from Yeld road, where we live.
I passed above the church, and turned up this delightfully overgrown path to reach the open fields above the town.
Today had been a real mixture of weather, but to look at the sky now, it looks just perfect as I look over my shoulder!
Lots of wild flowers in the fields now, and mostly at their best. These are Sue's favourites (well, one of them), a daisy-type flower.
The wine-makers favourite - elderflower.
As I crossed the fields, I saw these two piggies making, well, pigs of themselves.
They look like 'Gloucestershire Old Spots'.
A Pee-Wit (Lapwing) or two kept crying overhead, and I disturbed a mother pheasant with six chicks too.
I wasn't quick enough to get a shot of the chicks - they were well-hidden in the long grass, but mum flew up into my lens.
Mostly, farmers just plant and leave, but this one had admirably kept to the letter of the law and left a metre-wide path through the crop of barley.
If I was a plant, THIS is where I'd want to grow - what a view!
I found this old milestone, in amongst the undergrowth, so I 'freed' it for a picture by trampling the grass down around it.
Super old carving - there was a destination on each face of the stone. I noted that 'Tideswell' was spelt without an 'e' and only one 'l'
The modern counterpart doesn't look anything like as nice, does it?
THIS was one of the reasons I came this way - I'd seen all these buttercups from the car.
Lovely to be in the middle of (look at that sky now - angy as you like).
This plant smells just like pineapple if you rub it between your fingers.
Meadowsweet and a visitor.
Almost at seed, already.
After a short shower, one one flash of lightning and boom of thunder, I was treated to this rainbow.
Ten minutes later - the perfect summer day?
This years crop of wool, which as everyone knows grows wild in Derbyshire, was well on the way to ripening.
Stunning view south on my way home.
The final fields before Bakewell.
The unusual twin chapels in the graveyard.
Then it was time for another great sunset.
Goodnight.
