Slowly the world around us seems to be getting back to normal.
All of a sudden, the bubble that we have been in for twelve weeks has gone pop.
Life going back to normal still doesn’t feel right.
We’re easing us back into life slowly.
And what better way to do that, than with a breezy walk in the rolling green fields of Kent.
Hunters pulled firmly on (a reminder to get myself a pair this year).
^ Click on the images to shop
We strolled hand in hand down the paths.
Alfie strapped firmly to my chest, looking on with every step we took.
The sky above turned from grey to blue to grey again.
We strolled through wild flowers.
Salsify’s which look like really large dandelions.
No matter how hard we puffed, they wasn’t going anywhere.
We let nature have the job of blowing hundred of the seeds into the fields. Our lungs just wasn’t big enough.
Bee’s buzzed happily from plant to plant.
Dainty Butterflies flitted from flower to flower, dancing for us.
We followed the paths.
Pollyanna wasn’t so keen to get to the greener side.
But after some negotiating we made it.
Breathing in the freshest of air, relieving all the stress from the past twelve weeks.
Feeling as free as ever, and ready for what ever the next few weeks throw at us.
The wind blew strong helping push us along. Green crops tickling our fingertips as we stroked past.
We strolled until Pollyanna’s feet gave up.
Spotting trains speeding past in the distance. The only noise to be heard.
The grey clouds slowly floated away, and the blue sky’s appeared.
From seaside walks to rolling green fields in Kent. I guess that’s why it is called the Garden of England