Another glorious day, and it felt a bit like spring, with bright sunshine, crocuses breaking through, and farmers busily preparing their fields. The ground on the Kingley Vale walk was nicely firm and mostly dry, a welcome change after weeks of wet weather.
Ploughing – above.
Muck spreading – below. (Chichester Cathedral spire poking up in the background).
I love the brightly coloured machines against the textures of the countryside, with steam from the manure rising in the morning air.
This walk is all about the up- and downhills, but I saw St Mary’s Stoughton in the distance and decided to take a closer look at this Saxon church dating back to c1050.
In the village another walker met me by the little bridge, commenting on how few people were out walking on such a brilliant morning.
I had the church all to myself and spent a few minutes in reflection.
On the way up the hill I stopped for lunch at the memorial to the Polish pilot who died in this field when his plane was shot down during WWII.
In the skies above today there were no war planes, only two buzzards gliding peacefully through the still air.