Walked our dog for a couple of hours on Saturday morning. Hardly anyone else about - dog-walkers, that is - although there were groups of school kids in the valley on an orienteering exercise, it seemed like. The leader of each group had the map. They and the rest equipped for a full day in the countryside. They seemed to be setting off in relays, about five minutes apart. Every time a group approached, I made our spaniel sit patiently. 'What a well behaved dog,' said one girl. 'Not like my dog!'
It was a wonderful spring morning, which definitely lifted the heart. And, I daresay, was a great relief to the orienteerers, what with the downpours we've been having.
For much of the time when walking in the valley, the location of the village is marked by the spire of St Mary's sharp above the trees. Saw violets as we came back towards the old Swan - a former pub, long closed.
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