November has come, with rain and the mist, though not particularly cold. .
The trees are starting to loose their cloth, especially the limes trees who stand on The Avenue outside of the Under Gardener’s Lodge.
As you can see, looking up and through the gates
So as I and Shea make our way up the Lime Tree Avenue, we turned back to look down the Avenue, and as the trees have lost so much of the mantle you can now see how close to the Town centre we really are.
Through the skeleton branches you can see the office blocks, amidst the grey dull day.
As we follow the path a little further up, then turn, and look across the damp and muddy playing fields, you get a clearer sight of the Town center, with all of it landmarks
Walking further up the hill we eventually come to the Children’s Adventure Playground, though Sadly no Children playing there today….
As we walk a little further up from the Playground, you hit the Top of the Hill, saying hello to the few other dog walkers….
we come to the open space and the viewing platform and where the panorama just opens up.
From here you get the most fantastic view again look across and down to the Town Centre, but also all across to the far Moors, Westwards and where on a clear day, you can see the peaks.
From there you get a wonderful view of The Centre in the Park, nestled in amongst the trees
Walking back down home under the wonderful canopy of trees is always magical, but in the mist and the rain, when there is no one else around, it always feels like our own piece of Heaven.
Then Homeward bound…
* Taken from ‘A Dead Harvest’ by Alice Meynell , Poems of To-Day published by Sidgwick & Jackson, 1917
** Recipe to be posted
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