A typical Essex green lane with hawthorn hedges; below: blackthorn blossom.
I didn't get up early enough (jetlag?) to walk the three miles to my old parish church. My sister took me in the car and I arrived as the Eucharist began. Afterwards I strolled through the village, stopping now and then to reminisce about the shops and pubs which are no more, along the High Street and back "the fields way" by the railway. I called in on an old friend and chatted.
I did some more walking when I returned to my sister's. The blackthorn is blooming. Blackbirds and thrushes singing and I heard a skylark.
And the front garden featuring a pink magnolia. Right: Ornamental cherry in the grounds of the primary school, Silver End.
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