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Spring is here ….somewhere, as I walk through the fields, still wet underfoot but oh so ready to dry out. 
Spring is here….somewhere, 

as I gaze upwards where sun and clouds jostle for dominance. 

Spring is here…. somewhere, 

as I gaze at the bulbs. If I stand still, hold my breath, watch closely they will unfurl to reveal their chocolate box glory, is how it feels.

Spring is here… somewhere, 

as the locals wear their lighter coats; optimistically, it seems; they shiver and mutter,  spring is here….somewhere 

Spring is here….somewhere, 

the birds know it. They are everywhere, calling incessantly, flitting around me confidently proclaiming;
 

Spring is here…. somewhere 

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I am staying close to the village (hamlet?) All Saints.   I have not managed to ascertain why it’s called All Saints, wishful thinking perhaps?  3 miles from the Devon  coast, the nearest large town is Axminster.   (The name seems familiar?   Try Axminster carpets, since the 1700’s been manufacturing some of the finest carpets in the world ) 

So on a rainy wet morning I set off to see what was what. 

And below is what was what 

Like two young children let loose, Jill and I set off today to walk from Charmouth to Seatown. The forecast was largely clear, winds, showers, ie iffy if one is inclined to pessimism and good to go if you are Jill and I. 

The reality? 

Iffy And good to go. 

 We were buffeted around on this 6 mile walk, at times with arms outstretched to keep our balance, looking for all the world like kids playing hopscotch; at other times sprayed with rain, then marvelling at the patterns the sun made on the sea, and all the while we puffed and panted up steep steep hills.  

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Looking across the downs we could see walkers; an elderly very fit man striding up a hill with his dog, families walking more leisurely across tiny paths just visible in the green; a couple huddled on a bench drinking out of their flasks.

There was a sensation of space; people yes, but solitude a plenty and it was glorious. 

It was exhilarating, hard work and great fun. 

And followed up with an excellent lunch in the local pub – well outside the local pub, bundled up in jackets, hats, scarves; with all the other diners and their dogs 😃🐕

 

Another special day