We took the dogs for a walk through the woods, torches in hand, and we could see the Owls flying and hear them hooting in the trees. So many in one place. There is something about walking in this area in the dark, a sense of peace but awareness of night time activities going on while most of the world sleeps (or is in the pub).
Next day we checked in properly and I was given a helpful lecture by the site manager explaining that this was a quiet site and they didn't usually allow late comers as it disturbed the other guests. She suggested that I familiarise myself with caravan club site rules. Lecture over, and then she gave me details of a nice walk to the estuary and some general helpful advice on towing and pitching. She also told me that they have lots of owls in the area. Barn owls and tawny.
It rained, and rained, and rained. Tony and I decided to walk anyway and the rain was starting to go off. We walked through the hamlet of Meathop and along the country lanes. Fields full of sheep either waiting to deliver their lambs or looking after their new Woolley gambolling babies. A ram with the curliest horns, another who had a curly coat and looked like a teddy bear. And still it rained. We looked for the stone bridge and the footpath to take us to the estuary but we never came across it. The wind started to get up so we decided to retrace our steps, back along the lane, to Meathop. We saw cyclists racing along the lanes and I wondered if they noticed the things that we had along the way. I doubt it and I felt sad for them. The need for speed, to compete, meant that they missed out on the beautiful scenery, birds and animals. I bet they didn't notice to door knob on one of the cottages which was a fox , or the cottages that were once part of the Meathorp Hall estate, the curly coated lambs. The prettiness of it all, even in the wind and rain.
