172 : Spring is just around the corner (we are told) and it is time to get your walking boots on, pack your haversack, and head out into the hills and valleys. There is nothing like a jolly hike (I am told).
My photo is from Ireland in the early 1950s where spring can come earlier than over here, but can also be cold. I have no idea if this photo of my mother lying on a picnic blanket was taken in the spring but I'm going to make that assumption. To get there my mother and whoever she was with, my father? would have ridden their bikes likely into the Dublin Mountains.