It was such a lovely spring day, that we had to take the opportunity to get out for a walk. So Mrs BW and I got up early and leaving the teenagers safe in their beds at home we spent a happy couple of hours walking in the Goyt.
It was warmish and not that busy. The recent rain had left the ground soft but the going was relatively easy. The sheep lazily grazed only stopping briefly to glance at us as we passed. They had very white fleece.
We stopped for some fruit, and sat with our backs to the woods and stared over at the resevoir. The trees were full of birds, mainly great tits, but there were blue and coal as well. A lesser spotted woodpecker made a brief appearance. We could have stayed there for for longer, but even though it was a Sunday there were things to do, so after a few more minutes quiet contemplation we set off back.
At the car park a couple were arguing about the merits of different cycle saddles. The pond was empty of ducks and the water rippled in the slight breeze. A last look round and then it was back to reality.