Wednesday Walk-Along at Brockhampton

Blossom, blossom, blossom… fluttering, floating, swirling on the breeze  and sprinkling the air with beauty.

Having driven down and down, deep into a wide valley you come to Brockhampton Manor House, a National Trust property in Herefordshire. To get to the house you walk through a spectacular ancient damson orchard and I managed to catch it in all it’s glory (about 2 weeks ago).

Such a cold and cloudy day, but still immensely peaceful and full of Springiness

The house is small, but cute and quirky, brimming with history and quaintness.

The Gatehouse looks like it could have been built by a child, and might topple over any minute.

It seems quite strange for such a small house to have a moat – grandeur in miniature.

And then into the orchards with ewes and their lambs, and a bench to sit upon an soak up the atmosphere – oh if only one could bottle that!

I can’t seem to stop thinking about poetry at the moment – not very high brow, but I’ll share with you anyway what popped into my head whilst sitting on that bench wrapped up in a warm coat and doing a spot of crochet:

Lambs bleat
Birds sing
Swallows swoop
Here comes Spring!

There is plenty for children to do and several long, well-marked walks.

And a very nice cafe with seating both outside and in

Happiness is a hot cuppa, time for writing and crochet in a peaceful place and a beautiful view.

And then how about a Walk-Along with Cathy in Scarborough, Kim in the South West of England and then a quick hop to Christina’s beautiful garden in Italy to warm up a bit!

Where have you been walking this week?