I didn't take many pictures on the walk as I had that villainous rascal Jess to mind. She likes walks and sticks and muddy puddles but doesn't like joggers, other dogs or cyclists.
Portglenone wood anemones
Leitrim Sister left to visit our friend, who happens to be the daughter of Paddy, the previous owner of that well-remembered field, and she found her slightly improved from yesterday. All being well I'll get over to Antrim tomorrow.
From a previous post
What's your fondest memory of childhood?
Playing in Paddy's Field near our house. Paddy's Field was actually four small meadows with a hazel wood and a good sized stream running through it. There was a wooden bridge, three cows and a little wooden gate just wide enough for a cow to pass through. The meadows hadn't been tilled in over a hundred years which meant it had every variety of wild flower. That sparked my interest in horticulture. The fields (and cows) were owned by Paddy, a great friend, who was happy to let us run wild in his fields.
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