Turning of the seasons

Despite me saving all my pennies for Kilimanjaro and claiming I would not have a social life for the foreseeable future I seem to have a packed calendar over the next few months. So I’ve decided to take advantage of my travels around the country to fit in training walks in new places.

Taking a couple hours to stretch our legs in the North Hampshire countryside was an ideal way to spend the bank holiday after a night away (and work off a huge hotel buffet breakfast). A last gasp of summer: warm air, dappled sunlight across the path, leaves still a lush green with hedgerows bursting with ripe berries. Not a bad way to spend an afternoon.

We started from Ashmanworth village, making the gentle climb up Pilot Hill to Hampshire’s highest point, taking in the stunning views across Hampshire, Berkshire and Oxfordshire. There were few people, just us the fields and so many pheasants. As we walked along a quiet track alongside a field of corn a doe darted out of the hedgerow and stopped in the middle of the path ahead of us. Standing for several moments, us walking her, her watching us, before heading into the adjacent field, fawn in tow. Later we discovered a butterfly meadow in the middle of a woods.

Perhaps this is proof you don’t have to travel hundreds of miles to find something special.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s