However after lunch we walked up the lane opposite the Lion and took the first path on the left crossing a paddock with a couple of grazing horses and so over the hill back to Luddesdown where we stood overlooking the cricket ground. We turned right from there following the ridge and followed the path into the privately owned woodlands. A fresh breeze cooled us down and my Sister who suffers from the heat was revived from her degenerating lethargic state. Even so it was still hot as the woods were open being coppiced but it was worth it when we again looked down on Luddesdown.
We resorted to the road following it past the cricket ground and back to the pub. On the way we had to stand aside for two tractors towing trailers giving visitors rides around the farm. Children waved. we waved and so did some of the more enlightened adults.
Luddesdown farm was set up as an organic farm in 1986 serving the local area with wholesome food. I expect they also sell goods on the general market too but are not subject to the demands of the greedy supermarkets. (I hope)
The North Downs by James Apps
We walk, you and I, gazing
And passing memories brushing
Our thoughts, bend gracefully
With the breeze.
You look for small animals;
I see weary plodding pilgrims
And hear their irreverent tales;
You like my explanation, we both
Enjoy the peace.
Below traffic hums a pilgrimage
Remote from these gentle hills,
You see a rabbit sit up and dodge
Away at our coming; a lark twitters
Above the fields.
These days of green and yellow
Draw our footfalls to echo softly
Where others more dedicated flow;
Yet our exploring feet are not lonely
Treading the past.
There, ahead the path drops, steep
Our feet carry us down to the roadway,
Past curious and run away sheep,
Puzzling at our appearance, worried
Until we pass by.
Pilgrims Way
This roadway where Chaucer trod,
Noble Knights and travellers plod,
Inn keepers where their vittals kept
Once where weary pilgrims slept,
We too stop to take our casual care,
Sample ploughman’s common fare,
Drink coffee brew and local ales
And rest awhiles to tell our tales.
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