We waited...and waited.
My gaze fell upon some trees - several wonderful, long, rows of poplars,
which look a little out of place in this rural landscape.I remember reading that these trees were planted with the intention
to sell them to Bryant and May,
the match company.
The company closed in the late 1980's.
Perhaps this is why these trees escaped the axe.So, they tower very elegantly over undulating farmland,looking as though they lead to
somewhere quite grand.
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I wonder how many match sticks were made from a single tree.
and just how many of these rows of trees
remain dotted around the countryside.
A crop which wasn't harvested.
Eventually, the lights changed and we moved on
to visit dear old Aunt Lillian.
The homeward journey is always sweeter.Country roads, as much as possible.Quiet, single track ones,preferably.
We met no other trafficand had time to enjoy views like this.
After a hasty sandwich I harnessed Toby Too
and we set off for a 'training' walk,
along this track...
we both enjoy it,for different reasons.I like the peacehe loves the smells,the possibility ofencountering a pheasantor a rabbit.
At the end of the track is a paddock with a wonderful assortment of animals...are these sheep or goats?I am never quite sure.They miss nothing.
They share the paddock with this fat little pony,who is companionto
this beautiful, milk-white steedand a couple of little goats.
On misty evenings, as I look out across the barley field,this lovely horse almost looks likea unicorn.
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