Farndon is a schizophrenic sort of village, with the southern end being very quaint and chocolate boxy, dominated by the manor house and church of St Peter, while some horrendous 60s estates are bolted on in the centre and the north of the settlement. The nature reserve at Willow Holt starts at the south end of the village and the path crosses water meadows that in high summer will be full of chimney sweeper moths and ringlet butterflies, before entering the Willow wood proper which is a favourite spot for common darter dragonflies in warmer months.
The path then leads along the river back to the Ferry area, where the bars and restaurants would tempt a far weaker willed runner than myself to stop for refreshments. Ahem. I often wish that an old style ferry crossed the river here, a really creaky hand drawn one with a stooped old boatman, Charon made flesh.
It would certainly add scope to my running routes.
The holt has been heavily pollarded, but the wild garlic is in flower which is really what I came to see. Alas I was a bit early, in a week or two parts of the wood will be carpeted in their spiky white flowers.
I wonder if anything can be done with them from a culinary point of view?
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|Pre run inspection of red wasp stings|
|Looking south from the A46 flyover|
|Cottage in Farndon|
|Forget me nots have taken over from celandine at St Peter's church|
|Entrace to Wilow Holt proper|
|Out on the river|
|Plenty of kayakers about today|
|I love these "natural bridges"|
|Yes, I love the windmill too|
|Plenty of this stuff about as the river path comes back into Newark|