A walk in the rain
A lovely walk this afternoon along the hills above Bishopstone before dropping down in to the village. Took a moment to watch the cows watching us.
Making the most of my evenings
I’m determined to make better use of these longer warm evenings so I don’t feel I am just trapped in a cycle of sleep, eat, work repeat. Luckily I have scenes like this on ,y doorstep.
Watching the world go by
Last day of the Easter holidays and a lovely sunny day. Brighton is always a great place to sit in the sun with a good cup of coffee and a slice of cake and just watch the world go by.
Metallic Sea
Living by the sea is wonderful for evening walks. The chance to look out to the horizon and listen to the waves washing on to the shingle in a soothing rhythm.
Pause in the Churchyard
Bishopstone is a small village nestled between the South Downs and the sea. A quiet spot hidden in a valley with one road that goes nowhere. A perfect place to hide.
A walk in the woodsÂ
A beautiful 15 mile walk through the Sussex countryside. Rolling hills and woodlands filled with Spring bird song. Friston Forest is covered in abandoned forest tracks now covered in moss. A still moment for today.
Coffee and a Rock Cake
Rock cakes are one of the first things that I remember cooking as a child. There is something very soothing about rubbing the fat in to the flour and shaping the rough little buns. The smell of the coffee mixing with the cinnamon when as they bake can cheer up even the gloomiest day. Add Elliot Smith playing and you can create a little moment of stillness.
Pen-y-fan before the crowds
We started climbing the path up to the peak early before the crowds had arrived. It was a beautiful clear day and the walking easy allowing the mind to switch off and just to feel the climb.
The panoramic views at the summit were beautiful. The air was clear and a fine mist hung in the valleys below. A few other people had made it up early but they dropped away, dwarfed by the landscapes unfurling all around.
As we returned back down the hills the sun became warmer and warmer and the crowds kept coming. The magic of the summit was broken.