I don't tend to photograph the less lovely bits of my walk, but here's the view over to the railway line.
I'm wondering if this is a rhododendron or something less sinister. If it is a rhododendron, do I go and hoik it out, bearing in mind it might take over the hedgerow if left?
The sloe blossom is out:
as are the dead nettles,
and the temperature is just right for bathing.
I wonder what the pigs would make of the stream were they able to get to it, but they seem intent on digging for victory.
These stones, whose scale I haven't managed to convey entirely successfully despite the dog, are supposed to be the remains of a Medieval manor house. As the site is handy for the stream, and for this valley, reasonably well sheltered, it seems at least possible.