Summer walk through endless fields and hills (20 pictures visual story)

I already once started a story about this walk. It happened early last summer. My family and I came to nature in the village and decided to have a picnic in a birch grove. While my family was walking around the neighborhood, I parked my car and also went for a walk.

At first, my goal was to get closer to these birches in order to photograph them.

To the left of the birches, a road overgrown with grass went into the distance. The road led up the hill. From which, in my opinion, the surroundings should be clearly visible. And I was thinking about going there.

Lush green grass, flowers and strawberries grew under my feet.

The strawberries were still in bloom. It was too early for ripe berries.

Among all the flowers, I noticed a bite with unusually bright and large flowers. And the color of the clover was also unusual.

I made up my mind to go up the hill along the road.

Arriving at the top of the hill, I saw how this road goes into the distance and disappears behind another smaller hill.

Rare birch trees grew on the hillside. Judging by the stumps, there were more birches in this grove earlier.

Once again I drew attention to the road that ran over the hill.

Then I decided to make a panorama in which it would be better to see how the road passes and the landscape as a whole is better seen.

Turning around, I noticed that there was a small sand pit at the top of the hill. Surely the locals extract sand here for construction.

I went to the side of the quarry to inspect it and maybe find something interesting for a photo.

Here it became clear to me that I was not mistaken. The sand is definitely mined here.

Although it seems to me that such sand is not the best option for construction.

In one place I saw that a small swamp had formed in the quarry.

On the shore, I found sandstone stones.

Here, nearby, I again met a giant clover of an unusual color.

After getting out of the quarry, I turned around and took a photo of how it looks from the outside. From here it is not clear that there is a quarry here.

On the road that ran through the quarry, I again went to the place where I came from.

Here in a birch grove we were going to have a picnic.

However, running ahead I will say that my walk did not end there. So I'll come back to this topic later.