Trees that lovely light bright green. The weather finally sunny and warm. It’s been such a long and wet winter. The bumps and dips of Castile Neroche are awash with bluebells bowing their heads in the shade. Bees hum drunkenly. A yellow brimstone flaps jerkily up and up. The sight freezes me with its exoticism.
Views in a blue haze north towards Taunton. The summer is upon us and this could be the start of a Blackdowns walk of my own making east to west ending in Cullompton. Let’s see..
The Slow Walker 