Scotney Old & New

At the end of January, I followed the small amount of sunlight to Scotney. It’s really old – c. 1378. Even the “new” castle is old around 1843. Lots of people were out walking; a bit of fresh air goes a long way at this time of year. A robin came and hung out with me for a while, and a few flowers starting to bring a bit of colour into the garden.

It was muddy. I always forget this until my walking shoes are coated and it’s too late (or I am too lazy) to go back for my wellies.

This time I found the icehouse – where they used to refrigerate things before refrigerators – it was surprisingly deep, although the exterior was small. It was strangely atmospheric, and must have been quite an undertaking when it was excavated.

Also a little spring, almost forgotten at the very edge of the property. It must have been prized in it’s day, as it was surrounded by stones. A little addition to my walks here in the future.

Seeking the snow

A couple of weekends ago, it was snowing at home but not laying, so in the bid for fresh air and the real stuff I went to Ightham which is about 350 ft higher up the hill. Just enough for a little tiny bit of laying snow….and a bit of a blizzard.

Ah, it makes me happy to be in the snow. The woods were virtually deserted – just the odd hardy dog walker. It was lovely and atmospheric. Just how I like it! A few Catkins to prove that Spring might come, eventually. But for now the depths of winter….