This morning’s walk toward us across what is left of the old airfield. The ground was still muddy as we had more rain overnight but still it was lovely to walk in a different direction. The skylarks (link to hear the bird’s song) are singing sweetly while they can as they rely on farmland to build their nests. They rises several hundred feet vertically in hovering flight, sustaining its clear warbling song for several minutes at a time. Then it sinks down, singing until it is near the ground. It runs across the ground towards its nest hidden in the grasses or crops. Their main food is mainly seeds, insects and their larvae. With all the new homes being built in the area I’m hoping we won’t lose the skylarks.
The walk took 116 minutes so my apps says. It took us to the Polish Camp which is now an industrial site for small businesses. After World War Two the Polish Camp was used to housed displaced people. Polish Army personnel released from prison camps on the continent arranged themselves into a strong community and were joined by their families and other Polish servicemen who were being demobilised from the armed forces.
As we walked along the edge of field we could see in the distance that the new houses are growing more quickly than the crops on the fields around them. Though, the farmer has planted quite a few shrubs along the edge of the field, but the rest has been left uncultivated.
At the side of a track a few pheasants were feed on old maize, which is grown for the game birds ready for the hunting season. We followed the track that took us pass the old buildings and a wooded area. As we completed a full circle we came back on ourselves but on the far side of the wood and followed the track that took us across a muddy field. It was already planted up with a cereal crop.
Crossing over the main road into the village, we followed the footpath towards Rivenhall Place, a large house that stand in its own parkland and dates back to 1086 when it was held by Earl Eustace of Boulogne at the time of the Domesday Survey. It passed to the Crown by the marriage of Eustace’s daughter, Matilda, to King Stephen. The Scales family were in possession from the thirteenth century until the death of Thomas, seventh Lord Scales, in 1460, so it has a long history. I will tell more another day.
So back to my short story now after doing some marketing for my new novel and for Stone Angels.