Aim: to go the nearby woods and findat least one new bridle path or lane.
Every now and again I phoned Gordon who was at home with his hand still in the healing process – and so we shared the slow 12 km. By the way unless you wear a kidney belt, it is impossible to belt along a Bridle Path in the woods. But that makes it all the more adventurous.
Discovered: a cool bridle-path in Hyde Great forest. I would never have noticed it, but for another cyclist taking a sharp turning out the lane into the woods. I followed suite. Good thing he was quicker than me, so there was no possibility that he could think he had a stalker to shake off!
A small bunch of wild fox-gloves in the wood.
Close-ups (after having to high-step over holly and nettles.
Patches of wild poppies in the left-over rapeseed fields.
And here is the freshly discovered bridle path, great for walking, horse-riding and cycling.
An Oak (of righteousness)
Just the spot to lean the bike against a tree and enveloped by the summer aroma of lavender, become quiet and taste and see God is good, very good. Always good, winter, summer, spring and autumn – 24/7. And with the smell of lavender mine, I love Him back. By His great grace and His death and resurrection I am His and He is mine. One of the very most significant blessings in my life is that Gordon my husband and I have so much in common. After church, in the cool of the evening, we prayed together for various loved ones - in our small rectangle garden. So precious....and a great privilege!