This was a morning walk to culminate in lunch, so we arrived at our destination, an inn dating from the eighteenth century, a lovely edifice of stone called Leather's Smithy. It was still shut and we could not use the car park, so we parked on the lane near the reservoir and set off along a footpath running along the road.The hill to our left was rich in towering pine trees, but nearer to us were stands of birch coppice, their proliferation of stems and large stools revealing that they had had seen many a cycle of coppicing and regrowth. [For information on coppicing see my Wizzley article.] My grandson loved the footpath, as he could run free safe from cars.
We crossed the lane and strolled down the footpath alongside the lake. Already I was feeling confident, as I knew that my pace was keeping up. We walked through a quiet woodland shaded by pine trees, but not so densely planted that it had bare soil, like many conifer plantations. Moss and fern covered much of the ground that ascended to our left.We resisted the temptation to explore paths that took us deeper into the wood, not that getting lost is a serious possibility. To our right the sun glinted on the deep, tranquil water. We could safely let our grandson run, as the reservoir was protected by a fence.
The path had some ups and downs, some steep, but they did not cause me any bother, another sign of progress, as my condition resulted in a diminished balance.
We came to newer plantings. There were some holly trees, beech saplings that still retained shrivelled, brown leaves, and young oak whose newly planted stems were girdled with spiral rabbit guards, defence against not only rabbits but also muntjac, dog-sized Chinese barking deer, escapees from captivity that have become established in Britain. They can ring bark young trees, stripping away protective bark and thus destroying the trees' ability to send the products of photosynthesis down to the roots.Ring barking is always fatal to a tree.
We arrived at the damn at the end of the reservoir. Peter took hold of my grandson for safety reasons, as the damn sloped steeply away to our left. Even though the fencing was strong and secure you cannot be too careful with young children. By the time that we had crossed the damn we were coming out of the wood and walking down a country lane past verdant fields on the way to the inn.
I had not only kept up the pace, but I had not had to take a break, and I had had no pain at all in the affected areas. Signs of recovery! A walk short but successful.
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https://wizzley.com/tegg-s-nose/
Frank, Macclesfield forest is beautiful. We have been visiting Tegg's Nose ( Near Macc Forest ) for years.
The link is above .
Derdriu, daffodils are blooming well over here.
I don't know about the red dye used in cheeses, sorry.
Water generally comes free in inns, but you have to ask for it. It is tap water from the mains supply, but bottled water is usually charged for.
frankbeswick, Thank you for the practical information and the product lines and for the forest walk with your family.
Are the daffodils blooming generously or sparsely on your side of the pond? One daffodil along just the south side of the front porch began blooming last month even though those around the east box elder and the winged elm are as bloom-less as those around the front porch east and north sides.
Online information describes Cheshire cheese as blue-veined, red from annatto coloring and white. Did and do Welsh cheesemakers use achiote (Bixa orellana) tree seeds because there's no equivalent native source?
Donna Leon's 29th Brunetti mystery, Trace Elements, published March 3rd. She reveals that L'acqua non si paga ("Water isn't paid for" literally) ever in southern Italy and sometimes in Venice. Would you all have been served water automatically at Leather's Smithy or would you have had to order and pay?