English Strolls

My sis told me I would love walking in England, and she was so right.  The dampish freshness feels so good to me--perhaps it takes me back to my Oregonian childhood.  Truly, who wouldn't enjoy strolling over to this beautiful mansion to post the mail each afternoon? 

                                                  And I can turn around and see this

   

and this.. .

 And all of this is within twenty-five yards of our Mission Office Building which actually looks like this:  a plain old, well not actually OLD--that's the problem--office building.

           It is a pleasant enough place, though obviously without any of the charm of the environs. 

Saturday I took another purposeful walk to see what is beyond the square mile of Chelford houses.  It started when I crossed a simple stile.  I was delighted and recited "I saw a crooked man, who walked a crooked mile.  He found a crooked sixpence (alas, I was not so lucky,) upon a crooked stile ..." for the next fifteen minutes.  

         Sorry, I haven't figured out how to turn my pics yet.  Help, anyone??!!

But isn't the stile cute, and the byway signpost!

Then I headed down a proper lane.

                  I found lots of sheep

                                                             and the cutest little pony

                                                                     and his Mum, I suppose

                She was more friendly or less cautious and I had to back away to get her photograph.                                                                                   Wish you could see her silky tail.

           Then I arrived at Fir Tree Farm where I think I could spend the rest of my life in complete bliss--well, at least the next six months  until it would get cold and farming would take on a completely different flavor.

Sorry about your sore neck right now, but I wanted you to see that this is a three-story farmhouse!      
I sadly waved good-bye to the postman in his little red van and then sadly headed for home.  All good things have an end. 

                                     Farewell beautiful countryside, until next Saturday.  Each week presents a      picture                                lovelier than the one the week before!