Our Springtime visit to Spain has come to an end. We were sad to leave. To leave the sunshine,leave the warmth,leave our friends and leave our life there is often hard.But, we have another life. A different life. And we feel blessed to be lucky enough to enjoy both so much.
We went for a walk today. A walk to blow away the cobwebs of travelling. A walk which highlights these differences.
The blackbirds were singing there hearts out.
The rooks were were so,so noisy.
And the blue tits darting among the light Spring leaves of the elms.
Turre,our little village in Spain is near the only desert area in Europe. Devon is in the South West. It's green,it's verdant and it's quite often bathed in raindrops .The prevailing westerly winds often make it wet.
It did not rain today as we walked but my goodness you were aware of the new growth everywhere.
It was truly beautiful.
Come walk with me.
And here's a little close up look.
We looked anew at a landscape so different,so beautiful and so full of promise for a lovely summer.
By choice we take steps we have taken ever since we have been together.
Crossing the little bridge spanning the River Lemon.
I have been coming to this very spot for nearly 50 years and it never fails to delight me.
Happy memories of playing Pooh Sticks when our children were little.
And Devon lanes to lead us homewards.