HOTHFIELD

The Egret departing .There is some discussion as to whether it's a little one or a big White one.The large one has been seen in the area,so that lends some credence.

The Stour river running through its flood plain

St Margarets from another angle

an unusual tree with three elements.

The person on the right is politely pretending to be interested,he will receive his reward in Heaven.

Egret standing by for takeoff clearance from the tower

D'Oyly Carte's brother Orsen,they were 2 abreast when I overtook them.

This lovely Gatehouse was made of gingerbread and chocolate.

 A machine gun Btn of the Middlesex regiment attached to GHQ in the fighting in France that resulted in the Dunkerque evacuation (Dunkirk being in Kent)A Londoner,he died in a Road Traffic Accident on the Ashford to Caturbury road.

Pic copyright Hothfield Parish

I shall have to look in my Observer's Book of English Curches to fathom this

These pictures above I took,which is why they are so good.they are Hothfield church and an interesting gravestone,(IWGC)from an unusual regiment.Also,the turret that might also be a buttress?The gargoyles,if that is what they are,and the door with the alcove for holy water?
All these things I will have to investigate.
We RV'd at the church and did an anti-clockwise (widdershins)circular walk that intercepted the Stour Valley Walk and the Greensand way.
It was about 6 or 7 miles and it was at times,windy,rainy,but muddy most of the time.Birds;-Buzzard,long tailed tits,robin,egret(s)
Heron,little brown thing near a stream .

6 chaps 6 miles

Comments are always welcome,be they positive or negative ,they enable us to improve things .

And Greetings to North America and Australia

Norton to Sittingbourne

You can see by the colour of the sky,what sort of day it was

This footpath was booby trapped with rabbit holes in the snow.

Looks grim?well it was

This is a snipe posing for the camera,well actually a Woodcock.

This ginger tom,was fascinated by my yowling and followed us.

Roman sentries

We had our coffee in the porch

We caught the 333 bus to Norton on the A2 Watling street,alighted and used the footpaths to get back to Sittingbourne.It was bleak,cold,sleety,slippery and grey.So its a good job you were not with us .
5 of us 6(?)miles.Thanks for the pix chaps,they really capture the ambience(bloody cold)