It is indeed my 300th post! When I first started this, I had no idea where it was going - all I wanted was to write. And write I did! Learning lots of new things and making many new friends along the way, and that alone is reason enough for me to continue; no "higher meaning" necessary for me :-)
I know, I said in my previous post that I was going to take you to another Stately Home today. But Nan's Farm & Garden Report made me decide otherwise: you'll get an update on the allotment instead.
My parents' allotment has often been the subject of my blog posts, for instance here, and since it is quite an important part of our family life, I think it is only fitting that it becomes once again the topic for my "jubilee" post. (What's the 300 in jubilee terms anyway? I know 25 is silver, 50 is gold, 60 is diamond... but 300?)
Last week on Saturday, my Mum and I set out for the first time this year to do "our" walk; we like to take the train to the small town near the even smaller town (some would call it a village) where the allotment is close by, and walk from there. Depending on how often we stop for breaks, to enjoy the scenery, have sip of water or take pictures, it takes us between 1 and 1 1/2 hours.As you can see, the weather was just right! This is looking back down the hill towards the small town where we got off the train. We were sitting on a bench in the sun here, having a snack and some water; it was lunchtime, after all.
I have already showed you the walk as such, but not this wonderfully enchanted little old building in the village:
We were wondering what is was originally used for, some kind of storage, obviously, but what exactly?
The next pictures are all from the allotment; you can see how nicely my parents (mainly my Dad) are keeping it all:
There are new goldfish in the tiny pond (the old ones didn't make it through the extreme cold period in January/February, I'm afraid; or maybe they had simply reached the end of their natural lives anyway, they'd been in there for years) and some other things have changed since I've seen the garden last. Can you spot me reflected in the golden glass ball?
The afternoon was still very beautiful, and after resting for a while (of course with coffee and home-made cake), I wanted to walk again. The woods are so beautiful at this time of the year, and this is where the shady figure went:
I heard a cuckoo and many other birds, some of which I was able to identify, but by no means all of them - never mind, their song was lovely also without knowing their names.
The way back to the allotment from where I was always seems a bit longer - maybe that is because of the path leading mainly uphill?
Anyway, it wasn't far from here; the compact-looking row of trees and hedges in the left half of the picture show the edge of where the allotments are.
It had been a very good way to spend a Saturday, and I hope there will be many more like this over the coming months.