Early morning walk round Ufton Fields

It was hot.

Too hot to be out with the dogs.  I promised them a late night walk after sunset but it was still too hot to be out.  The next day would be hotter still, so I prepared for a very early stroll round Ufton Fields first thing in the morning.  At least most of the walk would be in the shade.




Ufton Fields was an old quarry that has been left to go wild and is now owned by the Warwickshire Wildlife Trust. There is a single track circling the perimeter with a number of offshoots and areas for play and exploration.  The track had become quite overgrown since I was here last.



The path winds round a couple of the larger quarry pits, surrounded by large woodlands before opening out.  Not much sight of wildlife though I could hear a constant call of the chiffchaff, the angry ticking of a blackbird and the rasping flap of pigeons wings.



Once out in the open the brambles,  shrubs and thistles dominated the walk, sometimes making it difficult to manage the buggy.  If yellow is the colour of spring then the colour of summer is definitely purple.



The path began to widen as we made our final way through the woods and back where we began, hot and bothered.  I had to wait for Max to catch up as he panted his slow way along the path.  The day was already hot and it was not yet eight o’clock.





Pleasant Places



Pleasant Places
Old stone pits with veined ivy overhung
Wild crooked brooks o’er which was rudely flung
A rail and plank that bends beneath the tread
Old narrow lanes where trees meet overhead
Path stiles on which a steeple we espy
Peeping and stretching in the distant sky
And heaths o’erspread with furze blooms’ sunny shine
Where wonder pauses to exclaim ‘divine’
Old ponds dim-shadowed with a broken tree –
These are the picturesque of taste to me
While paintings winds to make compleat the scene
In rich confusion mingles every green
Waving the sketching pencil in their hands
Shading the living scenes to fairey lands

John Clare

13 July 1793 – 20 May 1864