The last stretch of our walk is along The Avenue
pausing to admire another wooden gate
I mentioned the villager who has strange things in their garden. How about a teapot hanging on a branch
or teddies marooned high in a tree
or strangest of all, a skull!
the last photo from our walk is one of those little coincidences in life ........ there is a street her called Chesters, and there is a Chesters near Hawick. I suppose I should do some research into the meaning of the name, to see why it is a place name on both sides of the Border
I have a fun sewing project to share with you next week, so do pop in!