Walsingham IV

Each year at this time, just as the sun starts to come out a wee bit more and the birds start to sing, I have a yearning to make the annual pilgrimage to Walsingham. The village that time forgot.
My darling friend Kate usually comes too and we had a rare day without children, wandering around this most beautiful landscape. Here are previous posts from 2006, TWICE, 2007, 2009 and 2010.
The snowdrops had almost finished but still enough pretty little flowers to carpet the ground. There was hardly anyone around. England at its most beautiful and peaceful. .
Kate had a new coat which I was very envious of..
with a lovely fur hood. We played poo sticks for ages from a bridge over the clear stream that runs through the snowdrops. I figure if I'm going to put up pictures of Kate then I'd better level the field and put one of me too. Even though we had coats on it was unseasonably warm.
A trip to Walsingham is never complete without a quick look in the shops! Here is what you find. Incense of every flavour, the pontifical variety has flakes of gold in it.
Crosses, thuribles, candlesticks of every size and Church candles by the altar load.

The lovely Kate bought some snowdrop plants while we were there and I managed to get down to Ricardo's grave today after Church to plant them. We'll have to wait until next year to see them flower now. It was beautiful in the Churchyard with the sun on my back and the birds singing as I pottered and planted and told Ricardo all the village gossip.