Sunday Walk

 It was the last Sunday, sunny warm day.

Recently I found some brochures for country walks in the region.  I wanted to try one of the walking courses, called 'Salmon Leaps Walk'.  This time of the year was not unlikely to see salmons leaping in the stream there, but the course is located near by our house and just behind my favourite woodlands and I haven't been there.

We parked at the end of a small village, then went toward the stream.  The sign for the course was clearly indicated.  So you can't miss the start point.

The stream was filled with water plants such as water cress and reed.  A bunch of bamboo and winter heliotrope kept away from the bank.

As we walked, we saw quite a lot of fallen trees.  Some fell in the woods, some were over the stream, which might have block salmons leaping and others lay on the footpath.

The footpath was alongside the stream between hills, where the sunlight didn't reach a lot.  It was chilly and damp.  Those fallen trees are gradually decade by little spices.  Here and there we saw thriving mushrooms and fungus, and moss on the dead trunks.

At the end of the walk at the stream, we walked up to the hill.  There were wild daffodils in the shade, awaiting to bloom.

It was so calm and sunny.  We felt the early spring.  The bare trees were changing for the spring.

Cows were just fed in the mud.  A cow was looking at us curiously.  There was no one around us.

We didn't see any salmon (of course), but enjoyed the quiet sunny Sunday walk.