
I didn't really go that far - maybe about a mile before turning back because there's a small river, though often more like a brook in a very deep and broad ditch at that point, and getting down to the footbridge across it can be tricky when the ground's at all muddy, the ditch having very steep sides. In fact, I didn't get that far because that field is now laid to some kind of crop, the surrounding ones being pasture. I didn't want to trample what were still pretty much seedlings, and couldn't be bothered to walk all the way round the edge only to find that the footbridge was either under the river because of recent rain, or quite dangerous to get down to, those being the only two states I've ever found it in

So I retraced my steps. The whole amble lasted a bit over an hour because of frequent pauses to observe things by the wayside: some sheep in a neighbouring field, ridges from mediaeval times, various fungi, trees, and the like. It was very relaxing

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