We are fortunate to live in a verdant oasis in the midst of arterial roads and within fit walking distance of a town. A short stroll to the post box provides endless diversions, and this morning I remembered to take my camera, even tho' t'was raining. My instinct paid off, however, as the rain stopped almost as soon as I was out of the gate.
Last winter we replaced the fence, and planted a new hedge along our boundary with the public path, and now the tangle that is our wetland is exposed to view. The birds seem to like it, however, and we have several moorhens resident.
Springs arising in our and our neighbours' back gardens flow through to the pond on the other side of the public path.
The path is known as the church path because, of course, it leads past the church. The old graveyard is round the church, and is quietly picturesque.
Every year at this time the magnificent white berried sorbus /rowan tree is showing off (that's the village primary school in the background).
And here are some of the other delights that were seen on the way to the post box.