I headed out through lanes still wearing a winter look, although softened by new growth thrusting through tinder dry bracken and discarded leaves. Ferns are unfurling their fronds, emerging where path edges and verges unite. The broad leaf trees are bursting with buds now, some more developed than others, add to this the textures involved, some smooth and glossy - others downy or sticky - then throw in the many shades of green and hues of yellow, pink and brown and even before the trees are clad there is more than enough to delight the senses. Riding past copses where thinning has taken place, and for a few days sunlight has streamed between the trunks, flowers have developed into full bloom. Dainty pink heads and yellowish-green examples dance on the breeze as I move closer to my destination.
|The George and Dragon|
After sampling a few pints accompanied by a bag of the excellent Pipers Salt and Vinegar crisps I'm back on the road and heading for home (more work to do!). It's a pity this place a bit too far out for regular club beer riders - I know it would be an enjoyable and rewarding venue.