Where......Oak, Beech and Berries grow!

Taken bye and large, and suchlike and most definitely so forth, the subject of weather is one on which this old poop and the boy Bing, are unable to agree.

O.P. Heavy rain.

B.B. A slight dampness in the air.

O.P. High winds and monsoon rains.

B.B. A gentle zephyr and passing shower.

However, this particular morning has found us in total agreement, it’s warm, the sun has most definitely popped his hat on, and the pair of us are trundling towards the ancient forest that bounds our part of Lowtown.

Any, who’ve given our little strolls a glance will know well, the amusement my city boy ignorance of ‘country’ matters gives the lad up front!   I've learnt to suffer the slings and wotsit’s of whatever the lad feels I deserve.  Afterall, I am on occasion, able to impart information of an educational nature, which he soaks up, if in a slightly muddled way….but ‘hey’ as he would say ‘I'm a hound guv!’

The extra warmth of this day has given me a spring in the step and for once we are making reasonable progress….the lead remaining slack and Bing, not having to act as a double header getting us up our own particular ‘Lickey incline.’ (That’s one for any steam fans or readers from the Birmingham area!)

‘Are you okay guv?’

‘Certainly Bing certainly.’

We pause and I select a spot for a short sit. (A snack or three of course folows.)

‘Cor, you haven’t stopped once for a breather or even muttered or such.’

‘Really Bingo, I’m not much of a mutterer.’

‘Guv, you’ve no idea. I of course, have grown used to your grumbles and so forth, and politely look the other way when folk frown at you.’

‘Frown at me….frown at me??’

‘Certainly old poop certainly. When you trundle along you have a habit of making noises, not to mention pom-pom-pomming and tiddly-whatsin’ and such.’

‘Good heavens.’

‘Good evans indeed.’

We continue on our stroll.

I’m quite shocked by this revelation, and am pondering this recent information, when we gain the high bank that makes up one end of a little pond.

We are greeted by the sound of distant quacks. Also, the sight of small sticklebacks and tiddlers, basking in the sunlit shallows.

A solitary duck makes a splash as if in the throws of general ablutions, and so we avert our gaze and take a lower path.....

threading beside our little hill,  and slowly back to the edge of the forest.

 

The place where.....Oak, Beech and Berries grow.