Walks always start with alpacas don’t they? This is our short afternoon walk, a quick run around the field behind our campsite, along the track we aren’t supposed to walk along – squeak – how naughty are we?
Through the wood behind the smallholding up to the holly tree.
On the right is a big open field
Not left at this path – we’re walking all the way round the sugar-beet field
Just a bit further on to the holly tree, the sloes and the flowering ivy that the bees love
When we walk further we walk straight down here, but today we are going left – even though the sign says we can’t – we don’t care, we live dangerously.
Along the track next to the field where they grew potatoes this year.
The beech and oak trees are beautiful
Left again at the next holly tree just before the farm
We walk carefully round the edge of the field not disturbing the sugar-beet, but we always obsessively collect the fattest chestnuts from the trees here
Then left again round the other side of the sugar-beet field
Past the blackberries that we shovel into our mouths from August until November
And then up through the village play area
And into the campsite