Becks and bridges

Spring seems to be lying in wait, finally, ready to pounce.  Monday was sunny from start to finish, and yesterday wasn't bad either.  Blue sky, fluffy white clouds, birds cheeping in the hedgerows and trees, and even the odd daffodil daring to put in an appearance. 

To make the most of it, I set off for a walk.  I only really intended to go round the block, but it was so nice out that I couldn't face going straight home and decided to explore a bit instead.  I followed the local beck up through the streets right to the edge of town, and found a new footpath, a historic farmhouse with a stunning garden (see photo below), and what looks suspiciously like a pack-horse bridge tucked away down an alley.  It just goes to show that even the fringes of the local council estate can be packed full of history and charm if you know where to look.  Add a spectacular view of the fells on the way back down and you have all the ingredients for a really enjoyable afternoon stroll.  Although given some of the gradients involved, perhaps 'stroll' is too gentle a word.

Today is back to cloud and the occasional speck of drizzle, but I'm really hoping that the weather is on the turn at last, and that I can get out walking like this more often.