58 today... bloody hell, is that possible? I still feel as if I am but a youngster, even if the mirror tells me otherwise. What better way to spend the morning than to drag the family up Box Hill to sample a fine cross-section of cakes at the top! The weather Gods obviously knew it was my birthday as the skies were blue, the sun at its winter best and the need for hats, scarves and gloves not necessary. We even sat outside to consume the calories. Bird-wise it was very quiet indeed, but with the stunning scenery of the Surrey Alps before us, that was a minor inconvenience.
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At the base of the hill, (the river is to the right), the scarp cliff is commanding, smothered in Yew and Box |
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The River Mole by the stepping stones crossing, home to Kingfisher, Goosander and Mandarin |
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Looking across the 'zig-zag' valley towards Juniper Top. Home to a stunning chalk flora and notable insects |
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Lovely scenery, seems it was somewhat warmer there than here today.