I HAD been thwarted by overgrown veg along the River Foss at Strensall, so moved five miles out to Stillington and had a good time. Corn is ablaze with poppies, a hedge red with the new growth of field maple. Field edge paths have fancy dandelions, namely goats beard, broadcasting their large clocks of seeds.
Verges sparkle with geraniums.
Sometimes you walk in the open, sometimes by windbreak woods of oak and ash and pine with rhododendrons and wild roses. A farm track is lined with young Swedish whitebeams. You get good views of other rounded hills that rise to about two hundred feet, that's a hundred feet above the surrounds. You see Stillington across a valley and Crayke perched handsomely. Going back in time this was a land of abbeys and priories.