Monday … and yesterday

Yesterday, I went for a walk at dawn as usual; being prepared for cooler weather I laid my clothes the night before.  It was the full Monty in reverse except gloves and I regretted that.  Although it didn’t spoil my walk; I wasn’t able to turn the key in the lock when I returned home.  Although there was a nip in in the air and a mist hung over the lake it had the look of a perfect summer’s morning with a blue and cloudless sky.

Sadly, I startled the heron so I wasn’t able to watch her or him as I had done previous weeks. It is my favoured walk and I was determined to get to the Harris Garden for a real look.  As it was open to the public on Sunday afternoon I guessed it would be at its peak and possibly the last opportunity to see the garden in all its glory.  I was right it was simply fabulous and other folk had I think had the same thoughts as me.  The garden was almost singing with ‘early birds.’ It was no less beautiful but did explain why the heron, so patient other weeks was a little anxious.

So yesterdays walk in Whiteknights and Harris Garden was the best yet and I am very happy that I have become a little part of it for a while.