Curiosity and the cat – I don’t have a dog so I follow my cats advice and just roam.
A few miles away from my home is Barton, it’s a place I have never been as I believed it to be largely suburban and mainly residential houses.
It is a nice day and so it is easy to just follow the path. Look at the photos to see what I find.
Bayswater Mill flows along side acres of country fields. Sheep are grazing and the roads are quiet (even though the main road to London runs a few hundred yards away.)
I speak to a few dog walkers who are happy to spend the time of day and they tell me there is a lot more woodland behind the mill stream.
There is sand in the children’s play area which is my connection to the ocean day.
The 70mph gusts of wind from the day before have strewn sticks over the field in a dramatic way and there are still seagulls overhead.
I’m thrilled to find a connection to the coast on my doorstep.
I decide to tell the story of a woman who lived her last few months beside a Mill Stream, Mary Blandy here in May. If you live locally I hope you will come and join me here at Bayswater Mill for an outdoor promenade performance.
I’m so glad I found our local Mill Stream. The babbling brook is peaceful and the woodland behind it open and welcoming. Nature is truly the best artist.
I send all my good wishes.