A walk below the North Downs, and a local church

Today the dog and I went for a walk at the foot of the North Downs, and I called into a local church on the way home for a moment of quiet and (if I'm honest) because I thought some snaps for here would be nice!

This is where we were headed:



As you can see the chalk of the Downs has already begun here, and there are lots of old man's beard,



And gnarled old yew trees:



After the walk, it's back in the mobile kennel:



On the way back we passed a hidden pond, revealed by the bare winter branches:



And came to this church:



where I rather liked this headstone:



and the handsome carving over the porch:



Inside, I was struck by the staircase:



and the everlasting tree depicted behind the altar:



As I left I saw the font,



And finally put my muddy boots back on to go home:

Walkies and home again

Today the dog and I went for a short walk from the house, to see how the river was getting on.

The ditch along side our local recreation ground was nearly full.



The river was nearly level with the next set of playing fields.



Our usual path was underwater.



Winter trees loomed against a grey sky.



The catkins are here already though.



Back home,



to put some bread in for lunch,



and deliver some tea.




All is as it should be....