Happy St. George's Day.
DB and I were out and about this morning, wearing our red roses. We didn't see one person, other than us, wearing them. Time was, on this day, that many of the older generation could be seen proudly wearing theirs, but not today. How sad!
On Sunday, we had to drop DS. off for dog training with both S. and M. (their dogs, not ours, they are our grand-dogs). We drove over to Crich and parked at the memorial to The Sherwood Foresters, that stands on a hill at the top of the quarry. You can find out about it here
here We didn't have time to visit (going to the WWII day in August) so decided to take part of a marked walk that runs from the monument, around the quarry (and would carry on the other side of the museum and back again) for a total of 7 miles. We didn't have that long so walked for 45 minutes then turned around and came back.
Here are some views from the start of the walk and around the quarry.
We got back to DS. and dogs in time to see them do their last bit of training. We then had to follow one of the women home as FDiL is going to do some photographs of them in a nearby bluebell wood (not in flower yet though).
After that, we returned to their house, ate some soup I had prepared earlier, then DB and I drove home.