The cycle path had become a prime site for fly tipping.
I ran across the Clay Lane grasslands, where the local chiff chaff was singing its heart out again, before hurtling through Beacon Hill Park where a few children were engaging in an easter egg hunt. I'm always hoping to see a few deer here after finding a couple of roe deer a couple of years ago, but none since. I've also got my eyes open for the muntjac that have also moved into town, but no joy yet for them either.
I kept running, through the Forgotten Reserve, through Friary Park and the drag into down where big queen bumblebees were feeding on blossom well out of camera range. The river is now busy with narrowboats, well three or four, and the sight of a beautifully painted green barge made me incredibly envious about living on one.
Living on a barge would be fantastic for me, my floating writer palace, until it sank underneath me due to my cackhanded and clumsy maintenance.
Eventually I made my way through a Sconce Park swept by bonfire smoke, a horrible feeling when you are running believe me, and on to Rumbles where I enjoyed a cup of tea while watching couple of small tortoiseshells in the distance.
Tomorrow is the big spring sprung day here. I can feel it.
|Catkins in Beacon Hill Park|
|Currant flowers on the woodland fringes at Beacon Hill|
|Common speedwell, by B and Q!|
|Speedwell close up|
|Celandine putting on a fin display at the forgotten reserve, by the rubbish cluttered ditch|
|Beautiful pink blossom at its peak, Appletongate|
|Narrowboats on the water|
|The green boat|
|Jumped on one of the dredger tugs o get this shot|
|Very sickly sweet frangrance on this stuff, Sconce Park|
|Not sure this is a honey bee poking its bum out of the gorse|