... before arriving at the lane bordered by magnificent lime trees.
Horses graze in a field we pass as we head down to the Deben River.
Here the first of the bridges crosses the Deben.
This part of the track is often very muddy after it has rained, and it leads on to some open fields ...
... where brilliant yellow oilseed rape was to be seen only a few weeks earlier. Now the crop is green again, and the precious oil is growing in the seed pods.
Red campion competes with bracken for sunlight at the edge of a copse.
Elderflower is now in full bloom ...
... and sprays of hawthorn look magnificent. Many of them are pink in colour this year, and that pigment is brought on by the cold weather.
Soon we are on to the next field, where potatoes are growing this year.
At the and of the potato field we cross the next bridge, no more than a few planks across a drainage ditch, and that brings us on to a beautiful open meadow of buttercups Ranunculus repens.
Walking down the slope brings us to the Deben again, here upstream from where we crossed it earlier.
A small gate marks the end of the meadow ...
... before the third bridge, which again crosses the Deben. In this picture the fourth and fifth bridges can be seen on the track through a wet patch in the forest.
Sheltered in the forest, hawthorn blossoms pure white along the side of the track.
A passing cloud makes the shade of the trees particularly gloomy as we walk along the edge of the last field, leading back to the main road into the village.
This field is planted with barley, its beautiful delicate awns catching the breeze.
Back to the main road ...
... with some spectacular threatening clouds.
I decided to cross this style, going over the field to the main road leading through the village.
Again, banks of pink hawthorn flowers grace the hedgerow.
Elderflower florets catch the sun against more threatening clouds.
And finally, not the prettiest sight, the barn conversion which ran out of funds and remains an eyesore in our lovely village.
