Nettle tea anyone? There are hedges of the stuff. Normally I’m not particularly sensitive but I got a couple barbs even through my pants on one of my junts.
The hedgerows are so iconic of this part of the world. What you can’t hear in this blog are the birds who are wildly twittering away in each bush.
Or the male pheasant who scare me to death when he exploded out from under my feet from a hedge beside the path. Or the wee little tiny English Robin you may just be able to make out in the centre of this photo below.
And finally, there are a few roses in bloom on a very picturesque little stone house just around the corner from the pub I’m staying at. Bucolic anyone?
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