A Walk Along the River in Colyton ...

Hello there! Many big "Thank Yous" for your kind comments on my last post. Forde Abbey is indeed a very special place for us and if you are in the area, do go and visit, you will not be disappointed. I should have mentioned that they also have a cafeteria and a small nursery that sells some of the wonderful plants that you see in the garden. On our way home from Forde Abbey we decided to stop and have a walk along the river in Colyton. This had been recommended to be by Sarah from www.downbytheseadorset.blospot.co.uk Do visit her blog - it is well worth the visit.

We were amazed as to how many other dog owners we saw en route. This is clearly a popular place for dog walking.

We took a slight detour out of the field along this little path - the smell of wild garlic was heavenly and there was plenty of cow parsley.

KP went too close to the river and got herself a soggy foot.

George went for a swim.

We saw some fabulous horses on the bank opposite the river.

As we were walking back we noticed that some of the cows had started to follow us! Not wanting the dogs to start barking at to set off a stampede we headed back for the road.

As we got to the car, we turned around to see that the cows were at the fence, looking at us and so we looked at them!

Then this one got us laughing - he was swilling his tongue from side to side and even into his nostrils!

We set off for home and had a "Stop the Car!" moment when I espied this bridge.

I have a few more posts to do about Half Term - I'm so way behind. Not much activity here this week - KP is in the middle of her first year at Secondary School exams. Poor thing she has German and Physics today.

My worst ever subject at school was Physics. It didn't help with the fact that the teacher was slightly bonkers. He used to preach outside Woolworths on a soap box on a Saturday! None of his experiments worked. They all failed. I remember one about the elasticity of string. We were told that if a certain amount of weight was placed on the string it would eventually snap. We kept placing weight after weight on the string. Eventually the amount of weights had reached the floor and so we couldn't put any more on - the string still hadn't snapped!

Another experiment was to do with mercury and how heavy it was. The experiment was for someone to blow down a U shaped tube to try and move the mercury. The teacher choose a boy called Huw. We all said "Not Huw, Sir, he has bad asthma." "Blow Huw, blow!" said the teacher. So he did and he huffed and puffed and then fainted!

We did have some funny old teachers. We had another called "Jet" as he used to fly down the corridors - he was always late. We had odd windows to some classrooms - they were the type that opened inwards as well as outwards. "Jet" taught us RE and if we all rushed to the classroom - we would open the window by the door inwards and so "Jet" couldn't get in!

I remember him telling us that Jesus Christ was as sound as the classroom desk, which he banged with his fist, the desk collapsed - mirth and laughter all around and one very embarrassed teacher!

The guy who taught us Welsh Language and Welsh Literature used to always have his briefcase in front of him as he sat at his desk. He would pick his nose during the lesson and thought that we couldn't see him doing it.

One of our English teachers was an alcoholic and was forever in the storeroom topping himself up!

It's amazing that I had an education at all!

I have rambled on long enough.

Until next time,

June.