m a day walking in the Clent Hills. The ground was like iron (apart from one or two muddy and slippery slopes), the sky clear and blue, and the air crisp and decidedly cold. It's not often there's complete silence, as we all enjoy chattering to each other, but there were one or two long and steep hills that proved a little too much for holding long conversations. What wonderful views from the tops though. It was good to be out with the walkers again. Unfortunately I've not made it every week due to various things, including visits to the QE with Mike. Last year, a
fter my snowdrops had finished flowering, I'd dug up a couple of large clumps and split them into sections, to hand out to some of the walkers. I was pleased to hear that they were now flowering well in their new homes. I must take some 2012 photos of my own snowdrops at the bottom of the garden. I should have done it when I returned home, when it was still sunny and bright, as the weather forecast sounds a bit grim, and they could soon be covered in frost, or snow.
fter my snowdrops had finished flowering, I'd dug up a couple of large clumps and split them into sections, to hand out to some of the walkers. I was pleased to hear that they were now flowering well in their new homes. I must take some 2012 photos of my own snowdrops at the bottom of the garden. I should have done it when I returned home, when it was still sunny and bright, as the weather forecast sounds a bit grim, and they could soon be covered in frost, or snow. On our way back to the car park, we passed St Kenelm's Church at Romsley, where I managed to get these two photos of carvings, one over the doorway, and the other (is it of St Kenelm?) high up on the exterior wall of the church. St Kenelm was, according to the story, an Anglo Saxon boy king and martyr, who was murdered by a close relative at the age of seven, but it appears that he actually died in his twenties.
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