I enjoyed a few days in Suffolk. The sun shone and Dog insisted on a walk.
We looked at the map; he agreed we should go to Halesworth and follow the Blyth river pretty much all the way.
Which we did. It’s a lovely four miles.
There are well managed farms, with meadow grasses and cattle; there are straw bales and reed beds.
There are nettles. Geez are there nettles.
At one point I thought I was going mad.
I heard voices. Anxious voices.
But I couldn’t see anyone. The fields to my left were empty.
Those across the river to my right equally unmanned and yet somewhere close by two men were debating something with a degree of animation.
Eventually I spotted them; they were kayakers, battling the enormous reeds in a vain attempt to row up the river to Halesworth.
There were butterflies and moths a’plenty.
There were cows, which, frankly Dog and I could have enjoyed more with the odd fence or two between us.
But there was no reason to complain and, in all honesty, there can be few better places for a morning stroll than England in the summer.
The weather is fine and nit life threatening.
Few things bite you and those that do don’t kill you.
Access to the countryside is of right and the landowners aren’t likely to kill you. And the distances to the next coffee and cake is always reasonable.
Maybe that’s why the English can be such smug knowalls…
Great photos Geoffles!
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Thanks for bringing us along with you and Dog on a most memorable, delightful ‘stroll’ in the English countryside. This is what I love most about England when I visit. The ability to just walk and walk from farm to farm, no boundaries except perhaps a stone wall or two, a pub cropping up every once in a while, and the cows chewing contemplatively. You (and Dog) make me want to come back soon.
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Do it’s waiting…
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Lovely stroll. My Harry would have loved it.
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It’s made for all Harrys
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You came to Suffolk and didn’t say hello?! How very dare you?
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Oops!
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Looks like a great way to spend an afternoon ☺ I’m hoping to do more walking in the future, and your guides make me want to start right now!
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Definitely worthwhile. Lots of story ideas and character studies
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Splendid place. Thanks, Geoff.
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Might just be so, Geoff 🙂 We do have stuff to be smug about despite the doom and gloom.
Nothing I like better than a walk by a river. Those cows were looking at you very balefully. Not you so much as your 4-legged friend 😦 Thanks for the company. Have a great ‘rest of Summer’.
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Thanks Jo
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Sounds wonderful!
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It was indeed!
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It looks like the cows are trying to escape the heat by crowding under the tree.
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Fortunately they stayed there!
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That is such a beautiful area….. and a butterfly 😍 Thank you for sharing this, Geoff!
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Dog seems to have a great plan for a walk, aside from those nettles!
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Dog has a great instinct!
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Great pics, Geoff. Your nettles pic reminded me of this: https://derrickjknight.com/2012/05/28/nettle-rash/
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Ouch
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Thanks Geoff. I enjoyed the stroll, especially the butterflies; the nettles not so much. I would have preferred a fence between us and the cows too!
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Lovely stroll, Geoff 🙂 I agree, there can hardly be a more pleasant place to stroll than England in the summertime. Great photos, too.
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I quite enjoyed our little stroll 🙂 Thanks for sharing.
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After we visited with you last summer we went up north to Edinburgh and we took a bicycle tour. At one point we stopped and my husband, trying to take the perfect picture, stepped into a clump of weedy overgrowth before I could stop him. You see I grew up on the east coast of the US and knew exactly what nettles looked like; but he grew up on the west coast and had no idea – until that day. Fortunately he did not suffer too bad a stinging for his first encounter with nettles.
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