A hill too far?

We walked over the hill by the church this afternoon, down a tiny lane to Ford Cottage (which must explain the dip by the stream, a ford) and up the bridleway south from the village.  It was a glorious afternoon, with bright sun and a fresh but revitalising breeze.  Mrs B has a tender back at present, so it was convenient to stop every so often for a photo.

It's a beautiful place.