Through trees, banks of cow parsley and magical, dappled sunlight, we walked onwards until we emerged on to the hillside and bright blue skies and warm sunshine.
The hedgerows were full of buttercups, vetch, red campion, white campion, speedwell, lady's mantle - and many more that I couldn't name (but this year is the year I am going to learn the names of all the wild flowers in my wildflower book...!)
I know it sounds fanciful, but it felt like an enchanted place.
There were swallows wheeling and swooping in the sky and we heard the cuckoo - the first time this year.
It was breathtakingly beautiful - one of those days when you feel immeasurably fortunate just to be there. So we drank it all in. And possibly the one who enjoyed it most was............
.....dog!