P is for Perambulation

I wonder where this goes

P is for Perambulation - another post in the ABC meme series.

Having recently reached a birthday with an  uncomfortably high number and a weight with an uncomfortable number of kilos in it, I have taken up walking.  I march up the local iron age hillfort - short walks on work days, long walks on days off. 

On the longer walks I follow tracks and trails that look interesting, rather than fixing a route.  I like to wander and somehow I never get tired.  This ancient place has a peace about it and the air is clean and clear.

Sunlight breaking through to warm an ancient ash tree

In the woodland wrens scold me indignantly, deer crash across my path and a green woodpecker trails me from the treetops laughing uproariously like a too loud lady at a polite gathering and warning everyone I am coming through.  A barn owl snores nearby, cross that humans have to make so much noise crashing about.  (Barn owls really do snore).

This week's long walk was on a beautiful misty morning following heavy rain.  Everything was sodden and as the morning grew brighter the flowers straightened up and butterflies came out to warm themselves. 

The view from the top
on the ramparts of Sidbury Hill Iron Age Hillfort looking out across Salisbury Plain

This week's walk was so wonderful that I shall be using the pictures in the next few posts and straying away from knitting just for a short time.  I need to capture the late summer atmosphere and colours.