R's rue

Mission accomplished. Last week I had the idea of driving over to Louth, staying over night  and getting two long country walks in. The plan came to fruition. Yesterday I walked for three and a half hours and today, after a stroll round the charming market town of Louth, I undertook a second major walk that took four and a half hours.to complete. By the end, I was what my mother would have called - "jiggered". At the top is the former pub where I stayed - "The Travellers" and below is the "Helal Tandoori" where I ate my curry meal last night - washed down with two pints of "Kingfisher" beer. Being in Louth may seem a little like stepping back in time. Apart from the men who work in "Helal" and the Thai restaurant round the corner, it is a very white Anglo Saxon town - reminding me of how most of England used to be when I was a boy. The town centre is dominated by the magnificent spire of St James's Church - testament to the gr...

You might remember that last week I mentioned that I would be heading off to Louth in Lincolnshire. Well here I am. I'm staying in a cheap lodging house that was once a pub called "The Travellers". Earlier, I had a most acceptable Indian meal in an establishment called "The Helal Tandoori". During the day, I headed through Market Rasen and then up onto the rolling chalk hills known as The Lincolnshire Wolds. I bagged ten Ordnance Survey squares with a detour along lanes and then at one o' clock I parked Clint in the village of South Elkington before embarking on a three  and a half hour circular walk in the spring sunshine. Now I am struggling with my old laptop again - the one with an "s" key that doesn't work. It was also a struggle getting on the Wifi here. I will leave you with five photos from today. Path through blossom All Saints Church, South Elkington from Yorkshire Pudding https://ift.tt/OIpNAHt

 Lord, it’s me. Another eye appointment. Another question to contemplate. Right now, I’m at a crossroads. At this point, I don’t have an answer. Do I find one?  Is there a right one?  Life is in a gray zone. I’m muddled in puddles of puzzles. The solutions fix the surface, but leaves the roots exposed. Nothing is ever easy. Is the lesson that everything takes work. Soul searching, body breaking and mind blowing work.  from R's rue https://ift.tt/7Iky4Sj

  Opposite the cottage is the Church Field.  It was gifted to the Church as an overspill of the graveyard, but as the Church is closed and the county no longer extends graveyards, I am sure at some stage the land will be sold. Presently an old school friend has ponies grazing there.  Beyond the field are the livery stable fields.  The stables are grazing a gaggle of young cows at the moment, all of whom have recently left their mothers. The noise of their calls for their mothers is almost chilling at times, especially in the middle of the night. They started a few days ago, around 1 am in the morning.  One caller bellowing in the dark followed by another and another. Roger  woke from downstairs and raced first to me and then to the window seat, scanning for where the noise was coming from. He was joined by Albert and before long we were all awake listening. There is something incredibly sad when young call for their mothers, especially at night...