English Countryside

English countryside always looked different as seasons change. So this time it was bluebells and lambs. But bluebell carpets were late this year. Other than a mild hailstorm, which splashed slushed ice all over the windshield, weather was perfect; sunny with a steady 12C. Golden honey coloured limestone-made the cottages look prettier. And the fresh air took most of the stress of the routine away.

The thought of stopping for lunch did not cross my mind till late evening as the breakfast was good. Sky was still bright even at half past eight at night. Stopped at a village pub. Ambience of the village pub was warm and deep. Dinner was homely as mentioned in the menu.

The randomly arranged photos below was not initially intended to be part of any sort of travelogue. Driving was a breeze contrary to what I thought. Granted. The lanes were narrow. Several John Deeres and tractor trailers were seen heading from the opposite direction. Almost all the drivers were courteous and ensured they step out of the asphalt while passing. Passing space were provided but not as often.

A collection of photos below is presented by someone who dared to step out of his routine and attempted the adventure to explore areas of outstanding natural beauty… that is all. Drive of about a hundred miles around the villages and towns would not have been possible if not for the car. That sort of explains the final shot. Enjoy!