The walk was essentially a circuit through the fields and back to the mill.
After negotiating the sprawling village we were into the fields ... all had been recently harvested and lots of stubble , although there remained the great wildlife borders. Bertie found a pond to "wallow" in around the half way point, but was disappointed that all the other places he looked at were dry - the summer drought was evident all around, the paths were all baked solid. Even the shadier parts were parched.