You’ll be pleased to know that I managed to get there and back without pranging the Scooby Van, or traumatising Mr Stoatie :) Although I had one interesting moment when the plastic ball bit on the end of the gear stick broke in half just as I was negotiating a major roundabout. Who knew that could happen? Luckily it was declared a flook and I was cleared of any responsibility!
We stayed at a beautiful, tiny campsite just outside the village of Ashwell in Herts. It was part of an arable farm and one of the outbuildings had been converted really well to hold the facilities. Because his Nib’s foot was so bad we didn’t really do anything but visit his grandparents, the rest of the time was spent lounging around the van (him) and walking the dogs. Fortunately there were miles of footpaths to explore and not a sheep or cow in sight!
The weekend was really hot and sunny so most of the walking took place at dawn and dusk, hence the rather dull photos. The landscape was gearing up for Lughnasadh, the rape was ready to harvest but the wheat and barley needed a little more sun. I had a great time identifying the wild flowers in the hedgerows – St John’s Wort, Meadowsweet, Black Byrony, Scabious, etc. The hawthorn berries were already turning red , the hazel bushes were heavy with nuts and there were some of the fattest sloes I’d ever seen on the blackthorn.
I was wondering if there were still ash trees by the wells when I booked the campsite. Actually the predominant tree in the area is ash, coming from Cheshire where we have oaks everywhere it was really noticeable! Sadly, visiting the many wells and springs in the area will have to wait until our next visit when hopefully Mr Stoatie will be able to get about more!
Black Byrony, this will look stunning when those berries turn red. It’s very poisonous though!!
White Byrony – equally poisonous!
I found this happy little chap on my wanderings too!