Beer and bread

We walked through acre upon acre of beer and bread on our wander this morning. Well, the genesis of beer and bread anyway. As we approach Lughnasadh (still a few weeks away) the landscape of this part of the Chase is taking on it's seasonal golden hue, at the moment it's a deep and rich colour, though as we getter closer it'll fade to a more sandy colour. The land above 'The Tarrants' is a patchwork of mainly cereal crops and pockets of woodland, it's rather pleasant walking, we did just shy of 10 miles this morning, and beyond farmers in distant tractors and the odd passing vehicle on the few road sections, we only saw two people.....nice.   

Ruins

It's strange the things you come across whilst out walking. This morning we came upon some ruins tucked away amongst tree alongside a woodland track running through Chetterwood, which is a mosaic of deciduous and coniferous tree with a coppiced under-story.  A small rectangular structure, it's so degraded I couldn't fathom it's nature or purpose, beyond, it was constructed of brick, oldish brick I think. With the central part of the structure smothered by trees reaching for the sky, it rather gave the appearance of a pound shop version of one of the smaller temples at Angkor.  Nature will consume the works of man when left to her own devices, and if we don't change our ways, that'll be the shape of things to come.