An everyday journey, but today I am the passenger. A cold day of storm clouds rolling in from the west. Today I do not need to watch for traffic. I open the side window and snap photographs from the moving car. Nothing is composed. These are just the images that flash through the mind as we travel on. Out of the Forest, across the River Avon where water meadows are losing their floods but swans and geese still feed in the wet gulleys draining fields of grass.
The main roads to Bournemouth will be heaving with Saturday traffic. We choose the way across the top of the town. Past the airport and down along the valley of the River Stour.
Over the Stour . A flash of willow and silver water through girders of the old iron bridge.
A tall, mature pine beside the road.
Everywhere in this seaside town there are green corridors. Hedges and gardens, pine plantations and copses of riverside alder , white willow and birch. Roadside verges link into woodland. A slope of pine leads up to heathland and gorse between areas of streets and houses. This is a town patched with green between rows of Edwardian and 1930`s homes. 1950`s bungalows line roads in tidy ribbons. New estates encroach the green land acre by acre, but in amongst the modern there are farmhouses and elegant villas from the days before Bournemouth was a sprawling town.
Almost at our destination. The last flash of the camera as we enter the northern edge of town. Right down to the sea there will be gardens and tall pines.
Living in the beautiful New Forest, I am married, a recently retired teacher and the mother of grown up boys who have flown the nest. I share my days with cats, dogs, ponies and the wildlife all around us. Starting this blog is a chance to explore woods, fields, lanes and heath with my camera. A chance to share the simple pleasures of my country life.