Coun­try Mouse

A muddy me­an­der

Country Life Every Week - - Town & Country -

FOL­LOW­ING in the foot­steps of those who had gone be­fore us along the muddy track—pheas­ants, sheep—and the zigzag im­prints of huge trac­tor tyres, we em­barked on a three-mile walk from our home in Dorset to the Queen’s Arms at Cor­ton Den­ham in Som­er­set.

With our sights set on a cold glass of Sau­vi­gnon Blanc (me) and a pint of Le­g­less Liz, an ale brewed for Her Majesty’s 90th birth­day (my hus­band), we picked our way down the lane, mar­vel­ling at the dis­creet crim­son flower of the fe­male hazel catkin at the base of the male’s blousy yel­low tails and not­ing that, al­though Fe­bru­ary is a bare, hun­gry month, buds are form­ing on bar­ren twigs and celandines ap­pear­ing in hedgerow bot­toms.

Pass­ing a grave­yard of rusty farm rollers and har­rows, we ad­mired a herd of Bel­gian Blue cat­tle chew­ing con­tent­edly on silage and de­lighted in a sky­lark trilling high in the sky. Not long af­ter I’d asked ‘are we nearly there yet?’, the pub hove into view.

Pleased with our­selves for hav­ing trekked all that way, we shared a plough­man’s—pork pie, lo­cal Mont­gomery cheese and chut­ney—be­fore mak­ing our way home. I can’t say the re­turn jour­ney was easy, but we ar­rived ruddy cheeked, mud-splat­tered and en­cour­aged that it won’t be long un­til the coun­try­side bursts back to life. PL

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