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After the very strong winds of a couple of days ago today was mild and sunny and by about 11.00 hours seemed almost Springlike. The lake glittered in the sunshine as I crossed the bridge to take the track through the woods to the beach.
The way into the wood today was to climb the stone steps built into the Estate wall. They were built into the wall at about the same time the bridge was built around 1790, so they have served well.
Up the steps and into the wood
The Autumn sun reaches into the wood and the bright red berries of the Spindle Tree catch the light and look like red jewels hanging on the branches
The Berries hang in the warm sun while the base of the tree is in the cool damp where Sphagnum Moss grows on the trunk.
The Spindle Tree is named for the straight slender branches it gave to make the hand Spindles used by the wool yarn spinners of centuries ago.
Out through the wood into the open meadow and an animal trail is obvious through the long grass. By it's direction and form I'm pretty sure that I know what made this trail.
A brief pause to look at the small Puff Balls that grow in this area. On a completely still, silent night I've heard the muted 'pop' as they burst allowing their spores to disperse. The process has already started with at least one, I see.
The animal trail goes under the barbed wire fence and evidence is left confirming my suspicions..Ha! Mr Badger, can't fool me..
The Badger Hair is strong and pliable and was in the past used to make Shaving Brushes and Brushes for Artists and Illustrators.
The feint circular outline and stone remnants of one of the Iron Age Settlements which existed here.
And a rest stop at the Memorial built in later centuries to the ancient people who lived here. It's hot now, too hot for the British Army
windproof Smock I've been wearing.
Time to sit in silence in the warm sunshine in company with the ancient spirits, while the rest of the modern world spins in chaos.
Down to the Beach and a calm sea after recent wild days. Church Rock is not drenched in spray today, although the debris of the recent wild weather litters the sand and entrance to the Spillway that runs through to the nearby lakes.
Home through the wood. This little wildflower is a member of the Geranium family, Herb Robert (G. robertianum) It's also called by some country folk, Stinking Bob...A little unfairly I think, although when crushed it's leaves have a peculiar 'Mousey smell' .
And speaking of Mice..Walking through the wood, a flash of red colour caught my eye..An empty plastic container which once held 'Salt Lick' a nutrient given to Sheep, had blown into the wood and filled with rain water,
Floating in the water was the body of a long dead Wood Mouse, an unlucky victim of Man's unintentional littering. I tipped him out and covered him with soil and carried the container to the nearest gateway where hopefully it will be recovered by the local Farmer.
Home past the Standing Stone of the Prehistoric people.
The way into the wood today was to climb the stone steps built into the Estate wall. They were built into the wall at about the same time the bridge was built around 1790, so they have served well.
Up the steps and into the wood
The Autumn sun reaches into the wood and the bright red berries of the Spindle Tree catch the light and look like red jewels hanging on the branches
The Berries hang in the warm sun while the base of the tree is in the cool damp where Sphagnum Moss grows on the trunk.
The Spindle Tree is named for the straight slender branches it gave to make the hand Spindles used by the wool yarn spinners of centuries ago.
Out through the wood into the open meadow and an animal trail is obvious through the long grass. By it's direction and form I'm pretty sure that I know what made this trail.
A brief pause to look at the small Puff Balls that grow in this area. On a completely still, silent night I've heard the muted 'pop' as they burst allowing their spores to disperse. The process has already started with at least one, I see.
The animal trail goes under the barbed wire fence and evidence is left confirming my suspicions..Ha! Mr Badger, can't fool me..
The Badger Hair is strong and pliable and was in the past used to make Shaving Brushes and Brushes for Artists and Illustrators.
The feint circular outline and stone remnants of one of the Iron Age Settlements which existed here.
And a rest stop at the Memorial built in later centuries to the ancient people who lived here. It's hot now, too hot for the British Army
windproof Smock I've been wearing.
Time to sit in silence in the warm sunshine in company with the ancient spirits, while the rest of the modern world spins in chaos.
Down to the Beach and a calm sea after recent wild days. Church Rock is not drenched in spray today, although the debris of the recent wild weather litters the sand and entrance to the Spillway that runs through to the nearby lakes.
Home through the wood. This little wildflower is a member of the Geranium family, Herb Robert (G. robertianum) It's also called by some country folk, Stinking Bob...A little unfairly I think, although when crushed it's leaves have a peculiar 'Mousey smell' .
And speaking of Mice..Walking through the wood, a flash of red colour caught my eye..An empty plastic container which once held 'Salt Lick' a nutrient given to Sheep, had blown into the wood and filled with rain water,
Floating in the water was the body of a long dead Wood Mouse, an unlucky victim of Man's unintentional littering. I tipped him out and covered him with soil and carried the container to the nearest gateway where hopefully it will be recovered by the local Farmer.
Home past the Standing Stone of the Prehistoric people.
genuinely look forward to your write ups 
