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| We parked up outside the church dedicated to St Peter at Mawdesley. About 50 yds further on from where we had parked, a single file footpath on the right emerged onto a wide farm track. |
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| A large anonymous weather worn token of love, hints at a lasting affection by its owner. |
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| Anthony goes to investigate what the significance is of this pole. |
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| While we eagerly await his return with the news. He informs us that it is a warning indicator of an underground high pressure gas main |
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| Well we might as well have a brew and do a bit of gassing ourselves. |
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| We arrive at a small settlement boasting some very des - res properties. The large weathered gate post is evidence to an earlier even grander house that used to occupy this site. |
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| No invitations to come in for a coffee, so we press on. |
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| Arriving at the summit of Harrock Hill, if summit be the right word, we enter the old windmill. I now know how the gladiators must have felt. |
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| Lunch time has crept up on us, so we partake of our bait under the surrounding trees. |
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| I don't know what John had in his flask, but he didn't need much persuading to have a go on the near by rope swing. |
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| Wheeeeee. |
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| An abundance of bluebells was a pleasing aspect of this walk. |
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| Another was the sight of these guinea fowl. |
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| The farmer informed us that there where 120 cows in this field, and it seemed that they all wanted to come and have a look at us. |
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| 2 o clock and the rain that had been forecast, eventually arrived. |
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| Thankfully it was only a brief shower. |
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| Our afternoon refreshments were taken at Ceder Farm and Galleries. Vic turned down the offer of a fresh drink, preferring to finish off the remains of his flask. |
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| After our drinks, courtesy of Jim and John W, it was only about 15 or 20 minutes walk back to the cars. DK |
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