This morning was quite chilly, so I decided to go for a walk around the village to warm myself up. As I made my way through the country lanes, I tackled the steepest part of the walk and then entered the wood, passing a few dog walkers along the way.
At the top of the wood, I walked down the stone steps and through a stile. The steps can be quite slippy but they weren't too bad this morning.
I then crossed over a wooden bridge which lies over the stream.
I can remember tasting a rose hip when I was a child. Little did I know, rose hips have quite a bitter taste. I quickly learned that rose hips are probably best when they are used in tea or jam instead.
From afar, the next stile looked too high to climb over, but the top wooden slat could be pulled up for easier access.
Passing through yet another stile (we do like our stiles), I finally made my way back onto the road. The changing colours of the leaves and the cool air indicated that autumn was definitely on the horizon.
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