In early October, I went for a local walk up and over the hill and down in to Goblin Combe. This is an area I know very well; having grown up to one side of the woods and now, having lived on the opposite side for the past five-years.
With every visit to a familiar place, there’s always something different you can discover.
This was only a fortnight ago and yet, here we are, bracing ourselves for ‘Mark II’ of the Beast from the East!
My second walk of the previous experience would again set off from my doorstep in Wrington. Although the roads had been cleared, I wanted to keep things very local.
It was in May last year that I discovered a pristine path of bluebells only a thirty-minute walk (uphill) from my front door.
Shared with the opinion of a friend, I’m convinced that bluebells have arrived early this year. More concerningly, they’ve already ‘peaked’ (at least, in my opinion).
I took the opportunity to spend some time there in an evening last week. There’s even a video I produced for YouTube and I’ll include a link to that at the bottom of this post.
As someone who’s grown up within a five-miles radius of certain North Somerset villages, I like to think that I now know my local woodland and walking areas quite well.
But it was while out walking the woods of the Congresbury Estate last weekend, that I encountered a boundary stone that was unlike many others I had seen around the country.
Walks With Olly 