A Sunday morning bicycle ride today, whilst most people were still asleep.
Tyres re-pumped to 100psi with the main noises being squarks of nearby birds and distant sounds from traffic.
I did see one person carrying a tell-tale shotgun bag, but what with it being Sunday and all, I'm assuming it was simply being moved, and not deployed. There's a couple of areas that if I pass in the week I'll hear the crack of shotguns, but I think Sunday is supposed to be silent in England.
And further along I spotted an open gate, leading to an interesting landmark that is usually padlocked away. Worth a short detour to explore, and then on the way back to stop to pick up a few acorns.
I doubt if they would grow, but it might be worth throwing a few outside to see what happens.
And soon, nearby bells begin to peal as the rest of the area begins to go about its business.
3 comments:
Acorns--I have always loved them and thought they were Beautiful---PLUS, I lovd the idea of "From Little Acorns"....well you know the rest. I'd Plant them, my dear!
I wonder if acorns are as effective as horse chestnuts in keeping those ginormous spiders at bay?
OldOldLady Of The Hills: I will certainly plant them.
Pat: I wish I'd picked up a few horse chestnuts too. I certainly saw enough and it would have been a brilliant experiment.
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