Back to Ramblers

This may be a departure from North Spain, but not from the origins of Rambler - incidentally, "rambler" etymologically is... a randy ram out "ruttin' "..., if I may mix my metaphors, and it's my blog so I reckon I may. The name of the blog, however, will become clear shortly...

Easter 2011 and a trip down memory lane, or rather "memory lanes". Here we are on Aylburton Common , where I grew up.




The church on Lower Common


The Forge


The bottom of my road comes into view...


New Road


There's a pheasant in this field, and in fact the whole walk was accompanied by the "musical cough"(my analogy) of pheasants. There were also rabbits and (grey) squirrels in abundance...





I was lucky the bluebells were in full bloom - I'd forgotten they existed...





If only you could capture the beautiful smell the flowers give off








Unfortunately, the "Please Drive Slow" sign has gone, but the pond remains, as we reach Upper Common








Back down New Road, and a photo of "Ramblers", and the window I looked out of every day for the first 18 years of my life. A bit difficult to play "tennis" against that wall now though...


"Ramblers" seen from the bottom of the field


The brook near the "Island"








Past the "Changing Point" now


The tree which appeared in my first ever photo (in black and white) - the bull has been replaced by some sheep


Memories of getting a lift up to the bus stop at the Lambsquay to get to school


Heavens Gate





The Severn in the background


Down towards Aylburton


My primary school


Seen from the churchyard


The Copper Beech down the Playing Fields


The Cross in the village