... and saw for the first time, a shiny new wooden bridge or walkway, over an area where the river, rising in Winter, washes away the earth. You can see, looking at the rocks under the bridge, that this used to make the path an ankle-turning nightmare; this bridge will make things easier.
A bit farther along the path, this simple red rose was beginning to see the light of day, and as I passed, a blue tit flitted into the the hole in the wall behind this wooden wheel, and flitted out again a few seconds later. I'd not have figured a hole in the wall as a nesting place for blue tits, but there you go.
This horse was sharing a field with some cows, and passing the time by scratching itself against a fence post. Now I don't know much about horses, but this one doesn't look like a racer to me. More like it would be happier pulling something heavy, not that I've seen any evidence of horse-drawn ploughs or the like around here.
The fancy new public toilets in the valley look like they're nearly finished. The museum building that is being built in the old restaurant building, looks like it will be attractive too; more of that later in its own post.
Finally, back up the hill to home and garden. The Iris are a joy at this time of year.