fields of gold...

I,m lucky that the village i live in is surrounded by open spaces, farmland on nearly all sides.. when young in long hot summers that seemed to last forever id just hop over the fence it was a "style" actually into fields of tall golden corn waving in the summer breeze that stretched as far as the eye could see..down to browney,
farmer oblivious thank heavens, its still like that now, beautiful.

I spent a lot of time in Brancepeth too,
thats gotta be one of the most picturesque villages ever..
straight off the lid of a box of chocolates..

.it was said that the castle was haunted by a white lady and the owls eyes tunnel also reputed to be haunted...
i plucked up the courage to walk through one my friend the other as they ran adjacent,
have to say it was a mighty long way to the other end dark and petrifying...i left my name in the visitors book of st Brandons church nearly every week, it,ll be gone now.

although a few miles away, we could hear the bells ringing out on a clear night with the wind in the right direction,sadly the church caught fire, its rebuilt now, awesome,
like a pheonix thats risen from the ashes,,.