|setting off through the hamlet|
|walking through the chestnut groves|
|plenty of chestnuts underfoot|
|Paul and Rick negotiating a muddy patch|
|Where have all the trees gone?|
|chestnut logs waiting to be collected|
I'm going to miss these walks while we are away in the winter. The chalk hills of Wiltshire don't have the same sort of beauty for me as this French countryside.