Where We Live, Part 6: The Horse Field






















We went exploring today. We have a sixteen-acre field next to our cottage that is usually home to some of our landlord's horses. But for the past two weeks it's been horse-less and open for walking and exploring. The same stream that runs along our garden goes through the field, and it's got a big hill that provides beautiful views of the village and valley. In fact, when we were browsing through the Lonely Planet Great Britain guide (we're planning a trip to Scotland) we found in the Cotswolds section a photo of our own house taken from the horse field. That photo was taken on a rare sunny day in England. Today was more typically cloudy, but we still got some pretty photos. 

The kids especially liked exploring across an old bridge that went to a field on the other side of the stream. They did get attacked by some Velcro-y plants (at one point Becca was so stuck Justin had to actually pull her out!) And there were lots of stinging nettles, and lots of wildflowers. In fact, our boots got covered in pollen. I saw four or five trout splash up to eat magflies. And we saw two dragonflies. There was evidence of bunnies and pheasants, but they didn't visit while we were there. 

And where are the horses? Well, we don't know for sure. But I think our landlord moved them to the field up the hill for the summer so that the summer holiday visitors can enjoy the field (and so he doesn't have to worry about the electric fence.) We haven't seen the woman who cares for them for a few weeks (since she's no longer coming every day to feed them) so this is just a theory. 

I'm so thankful that our kids have the chance to live amongst so much green, to explore on their own the wonders of nature, and to be outside.

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