Rolling Hills And Red Berries

Today started with a foggy and misty early morning run along the riverbank at Aylesford, my first run of any kind of length since I hurt my back last week. I still felt the odd twinge but otherwise it was mission accomplished. At last it is beginning to feel more like Autumn and it felt great to be out in the colder conditions - literally a breath of fresh air.
Earlier in the week we decided we would treat ourselves to a Sunday lunch, so my brother had booked a table back at the Black Horse in Thurnham, which nestles in the lower slopes of the North Downs. After carrying out our usual food shop we actually arrived slightly too early so we parked the car and headed up a steep tree lined lane opposite the pub on the off chance we could get a shot for blip before heading back for our lunch. Just as we reached about halfway up the hill the sun came out and we stopped at a gate with a gloriously unfolding view of the surrounding rolling hills - which is my main image. The extra is of some red berries right next to the gate which are highlighted against what I think is a swathe of yellow forsythia.
By the time we walked back down the hill the pub was open and we both devoured our Sunday lunch of pork belly with all the trimmings (we hadn't had any breakfast to make sure we'd built up an appetite). The food was absolutely delicious and it was so great to be back in such a fabulously atmospheric pub with its beams, sloping floors and hops hanging from the ceiling.
The rest of the day was spent quietly, reading the Sunday papers with the odd glass of wine. My kind of Sunday!