Yesterday turned out to be a beautiful afternoon. Needing to go to the doctors for a blood test, I walked down to the village and then extended the walk by taking in Gooseman's Field our local edgeland and then returning via the cemetery. Gooseman's field is known locally as The Horsefield on account of the horses that are tethered on there. I am told that they belong to the local scrap merchant who collects his wares using a horse and cart in traditional fashion. They are well-looked after and I regularly see them being supplied with water. Things were quiet on the The Horsefield today but soon the song of skylarks will cascade down from the birds suspended so high that it is often difficult to spot them and the fields will be bright with flowers and butterflies. In the autumn it is excellent foraging territory for sloes, blackberries and elderberries.