God speaking about a future He knows about : ‘ For as the new heavens and the new earth, which I will make, will remain in front of me so will your seed and your name remain. And it will happen that from one new moon to another, and from one sabbath to another, everyone will come to worship before me.’
Isaiah 66:22,23. ( Isaiah was called to be a prophet 750 – 739 BC)
It’s a day of moist closeness not hot nor cold the sky holds water but not enough to let it rain. Our walk includes a walk along the river Wye, then up through the town and into the castle gardens with a keep built of various stones. We then leave the town past fine homes built on a steep long rise to admire views of Guildford Cathedral and the varying architecture of a town built from styles reflecting life from 11th century till now.
Looking up from the river to the town it is clear to see the white chalk stone that underlies the vegetation of this area. Homes with views of natural countryside.
It is orange that dominates the colours of the planting in the castle gardens. Plants chosen for their heat loving growth. Cannas are paticularly good and with their contrasting maroon to green leaves the plants hold their own. These grounds were opened to the public in 1888 to mark Queen Victoria’s Golden Jubilee.
The keep is thought to have been built by William the Conqueror, or one of his barons, shortly after the 1066 invasion of England. The walls are ten feet thick at the base and built from stone quarried in nearby Godalming. The keep has been a palace, a prison, a private residence and then was acquired by the Guildford Corporation in 1885.
Once we leave the town up past the Guildford museum the countryside is wooded with open farmland.
A street,
path,
dirt road,
plantation of trees.
It is noticeable that the bracken is sun crisp as opposed to autumn changed, as are the number of leaves on the ground with fewer green ones to change this autumn on deciduous trees.
Arches of naturally bent trees make one look at the framed path underfoot. It is red here instead of white, a colour closer but not the same as that observed near the river.
One up hill and then level all the way a beautiful walk on a mild not hot, not cold day with moisture in the air.
A last photograph to remind one of the times past and the close neighbourly way we lived and shared access long ago.
Take care,
Sandy 🙂