On a Saturday morning there is a delightful bike ride along the lanes just to the south of Beaconsfield, bordering Hall Barn Estate.
I cycle along Green Common Lane, past Odds Farm, with its rare breeds. This faux farm is a magnet for kid-laden SUVs at half term.
Hedgerows punctuated by gates, all of which I have been meaning to draw as I have so often cycle past them.
Last Saturday, dry and bright I packed my drawing book for the ride and captured these four gates. All of different character;
Posh gate shut fast, the ornamental guard at one way into the Hall Barn estate,
Green gate, entrance to a long drive with its stile for walkers
Wooden gate that leads to a genteel flint and red brick farm house
Black gate, its right-hand portion askew, leading to nowhere apparent.