A Bicycle Ride in the August Sunshine

It was one of those 'glad to be alive days'
The sun was shining the sky was blue so I decided to get on my trusty steed

and head off into the sunshine

turning left at the wonky post box

past a poor squirrel at the side of the road

under the shade of beech trees, their empty nut cases crackling under my wheels

past inquisitive cows

and into the woods, and the vine covered trees

with the snaking roots

back through a village with a Victorian post box

and the pink house with an elder bush growing out of its chimney pot

and the horses in the field, their  tails swishing in the wind

nearing home now past a nosy ewe checking out a feed bucket

back home now, up the garden path, the nasturtiums singing out in the sun

time for a rest, with a good book and a nice cup of tea.