One of the best walks we’ve done in terms of things it threw up for further investigation, but I thought I’d start sharing the photographic journal of rambles through the wonderful English countryside made accessible through the networks of public ways. One of the things England should be proudest of, I think. We started in Pensford, it’s lovely:

An old orchard between fields, I love these reminders of how we live well on the land:

Then on the stone circles at Stanton Drew, a reminder of how long we have been here and of very different ways of being:

(and much more on these stone circles here). The old church

with the monastic farm next door recalling a different history in its glorious medieval windows

and reminders of what once was half buried in the graveyard soil:

These graves also quite fascinating, both in carving style, and in their poetry, which I confess to have only realised was there after reviewing my photos:

The masonic triangle being rather more arresting:

I love village post boxes:

winding paths through cathedraled ceilings  of ancient trees:

Another medieval memory in the form of an old bridge

Trees that somehow remain standing when you can see through them

Open fields:

Amazing old oak trees:

Unexpected memories of home:

the excitement of climbing something as beautiful as this to see what is on the other side:

Phacelias (I think), which also unexpectedly reminded me of home:

The haunting ruins of the old colliery:

and back home over concrete stiles put in for the miners in the 1930s

Industrial detritus scattered along the old train tracks

and sadly, too late for tea:

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