A returning Wilbraham, home from the Crimean War, must have gained immense pleasure in later life from walking along this avenue at Rode Hall. It's like being in another world at this time of year - the scent, the sounds [the hum amplified by the hidden bee hive half-way down on the left!] and the dappled sunlight through the yellow canopy.
I could get my step count in just walking backwards and forwards :)
