For those who follow me on Instagram you’ll know that back on day 1 of lockdown in Northern Ireland I decided that it might be fun to do a daily post there and, thanks to Facebook global domination, share it their as well.
Here we are 100 days later and I’ve decided it’s a nice round number to stop at. I’ve enjoyed doing the posts but time to resume my more chaotic posting system. As you can plainly see I’m also trying to breath life into this blog. As usual I’ll get carried away and no doubt I’ll slow it down to a drip 💧
As I posted precious little here during lockdown I thought I’d add a gallery as well of some of the trees etc that I posted over the last 100 days.
My walk on Sunday took me up to Scrabo Tower that overlooks my home town of Ards on one side and looks towards my birth City of Belfast on the other side. A great time to visit with the Bluebells in full bloom. I was joined on my walk as always by my friend Stephen aka the Bonsai Baker, and my son Daniel. Oh, and of course, Smudge, Maggie, and Stephen’s dog Rufus.
A Raven decided to sit and watch us for a while before it flew away.
Sunday was our regular walk in the local countryside, this time from the Lead mines in Ards along the Clandeboye Way to Helen’s Bay, about 7 miles. I rarely do the first bit of this walk as it’s mucky, but memories fade regarding this issue and we gave it another go. You guessed it, a mud hole! This is one of the old chimneys from the Lead mines.
This is the state of the paths due to scramblers cutting the shite out of the whole place!!
Had my usual walk to Scrabo Tower this morning with my brother Philip and friend Stephen. Not many signs of Spring approaching as yet but I did spot some nice catkins on a willow.
Bumped into a fellow dog walker who suggested I look up a Youtube video of a drone flight over Scrabo Tower. I think he suggested it as he’s in it 🙂 Anyway I thought some of you might be interested in this birds eye view of a small part of our walk.
A nice 8 mile walk in woods and then coastline. Always nice to see the seasons change.
Always a sucker for fungi
This Birch was clinging on to life. This whole side was deadwood but a live vein can be seen running up the other side.
A mighty Oak
Low Winter sun
My constant companion on a walk, Maggie. Smudge is somewhat of a front runner and prone to run ahead to the nearest person at the waters edge willing to throw a stone for him. One of these days someone’s going to pinch him on me!