is the month my young friend comes to stay and we go walking. It was a bit delayed this year thanks to the fact that in July I missed the bottom step and ricked my ankle. I was worried that I would spoil her holiday by not being able to do long stints but it turned out I managed and in fact it seemed to make my ankle better. Still not perfect but everything takes longer these days.
One of our first walks was to Hothfield Heathlands described as one of the few remaining fragments of open heath. Land where, traditionally, cattle were grazed. We saw......
New trees growing from a fallen tree,
We found dream cottages in Boughton under Blean and Dargate
and what better way to end a day than with a sunset. London horizon from my bedroom window