Wicker sculptures.

At the Gatehouse Mill.

More cheery daffodils in the woods.

A break in the wall.

Scenic benches of Scotland. We probably have enough pictures of these for a calendar.

Millions of cockle shells.

Daffodils by the roadside.

Unbelievably, ten minutes earlier we had walked through frozen rain....

Roof-less chapel.

It's difficult to identify trees when they don't have any leaves...

Moss...

K found a walking stick to use. It was instantly named Wilson, much to the consternation of its owner.

Don't know if you've noticed, but L is obsessed with moss.

We had a minute's silence for this poor bicycle.

Weird.

Path through the Fleet woods.

K poses next to a moss-covered tree.

I don't really know what kind of flowers these are...

Handmade fence.

Despite being nearly May, all the trees are still bare.

Red squirrel crossing.

We passed by this lovely cottage next to the woods. I bet the views from the back door are amazing.