This is my favourite place on the whole farm, once you go through this old gate there is a secret wood on the right full of primroses then bluebells, a little stream waterfalls through it, and the area has been untouched for many years.The views are constantly changing, today the local Hunt were on the hillside opposite, the hound music carried on the breeze, a buzzard was floating on the air currents (poor lad he is mateless after his partner died) and the baby rabbits were hooping about un-afraid because they see few humans.
I spent ages just leaning on the gate admiring the view, and feeling grateful I live here.
