We walked country lanes several times during our time in England and Wales. While it’s difficult to tell, this lane outside Wooler led up a relatively steep slope, which we looked back down after gaining the top of the slope . . . then led us up another steep hill.
Another walk outside Wooler led us not only along laneways, it occasionally led through gates to paths through fields and pastures. We were glad that no path led us through the gate and into this field.
During a walk in a bush, a fallen fungus-laden tree trunk caught my eye.
Someone on Twitter recently asked a very good question. I’d like to ask you, my valued reader, a slightly modified version of that question.
Name places you wish you could walk to from your home which you currently cannot reasonably walk to. As many or as few as you can think of, whatever destination(s) you care to share.
We went for a good walk at Rondeau Provincial Park on New Year’s Eve. What was a dank, dark, gloomy day at home became an agreeable day at the lakeshore. While some might have grumbled a bit about the total absence of snow, I will (and did) gladly accept what The Maker Of All Things saw fit to grace us with that day.
We made a day trip to Pinery Provincial Park on Boxing Day. The weather was blessedly quite benign for late December, so we strolled on the beach. An earlier visitor built this structure out of driftwood they obviously found.
I walked early on a foggy morning and was blessed to come across this work of art.
I came across this lovely creature while on a woodland walk.
I came across this juvenile Mute Swan during a walk. It hissed so I maintained a respectful distance while wondering if it was in distress, being as it was about 100 meters from the pond where I previously saw it many times. It may have tired while trying out its wings.
I went past the spot a while later and it was gone so I assume it found its way to a more suitable habitat.
Rounding a bend in the road I was greeted by the somewhat whimsical sight of these Canada geese out for a walk on the iced-over river.
During our walk in the bush this unusually-pigmented frog leaped off a log and plopped into the water. It tolerated a photo session, remaining still for some time.
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