Posted by: kathandroger | May 26, 2019

Early Morning Meadows.

One of the great joys of living here is that nice walks, off road, can be taken in all directions, straight from the house. And having a dog means there is a disciplined routine of exercise that needs to be followed to prevent the animal becoming frustrated and naughty. The same goes for the dog walker.

Early mornings recently have been delightful, fresh enough to need some good clothing to start, but soon warming up in the morning sun. The uncut grass on some of the tracks is now up to waist height, and jeans become soaked through with the morning dew when ploughing through them. IMG_0737Polly the dog absolutely loves it, although in most places she can only see a few inches in front of her. It must be like being in a dense forest of grass and brambles. The first orchids are waning now, but the spring flowers are all around, and this year there seems to be more nightingales than ever, singing their melodious songs all around us. We rarely see anyone else, but if we do it will be a well known neighbour we can stop and chat to. Yesterday seemed to be the annual outing for hares. Polly can scent a hare, and immediately takes off on a wild hare chase. IMG_0745I could see nothing in this wheat field, but the dog hared off after her hare. I could see the blades of wheat bending wherever she went, and could hear the rustle of activity. At last the rustling seemed to come back my way, and I was just about to congratulate the returning hunter when a big hare came out at my feet! I don’t know who was more surprised. It didn’t stop to say hello, but took off up the track where another hare was waiting for it. The dog came back, exhausted, a few minutes later. Happy times.

Another feature this week was rehearing a play to be performed in a nearby village. Lines are still not properly learned, but some progress is being made. I am playing the Black Prince, during the Hundred Years War, and for the first time had to appear in costume, something that just made me laugh. We were performing in the back garden of the producers’ house, which has lovely views of the church and local chateau.IMG_0727The chap with sunglasses is not in costume, but the tinpot on the right is the Constable of France, who I oppose in the play and have aggressive dialogues with. It really is very difficult to keep a straight face, especially when holding a big plastic sword and wearing a cardboard crown! And as the only Englishman in the cast, my amusement is not always understood. It will be all right on the night…I hope!

The club walk this week was around a local village that I know not at all. One or two new walkers were with us, and I always try to say hello to everyone. This particular lady spoke with an American accent, and I politely inquired, in English, what part of the States she was from. “Berlin” was the answer I was not expecting! She was German, but had lived in the States, and also in France, married to a Frenchman, and was fluent in all three languages. Makes my stumbling efforts seem a bit frail. But we did come across a lovely natural spring, something I can’t remember seeing before.IMG_0743It was a source of the local river Esves, and the crystal clear water that could be seen coming from the iron stained stones below was a complete contrast to the more murky waters of the river itself. Polly loved it as well, and bathed enthusiastically. The walkers were less enthusiastic when she shook herself dry all over them!


  1. How interesting! It never occurred to me that Beatrice has an American accent when she speaks English. I only hear German in her accent, and had no idea she’d lived in the States.

  2. Just shows my poor recognition of languages Susan. BTW I have been meaning to congratulate you on your superb photos, and all on that little box brownie!

  3. Haha! It’s slightly more sophisticated than that, but still a c15 year old camera 🙂 Thank you for the compliment.

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