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Today started dry but rather grey with a low pale sun struggling to breakthrough. By 10.00 hrs however Baal was winning, chasing the clouds away leaving scattered Thunderheads moving out to sea. I've almost always got my Bergan packed so it was just a question of filling the water bottles, raiding the biscuit tin and heading for the woods.
In spite of the very obvious leaf fall the woods are still very green and in the shelter and warmth of the deep woods the wild Rhododendrons are still in bloom.
Very warm bordering on hot sun. The shadow of dangling Bergan straps make it look as if I'm using two walking sticks... Nope, still tottering around with one, and that's just for company and poking things....
Do you ever wonder what has killed a tree? Same species, same soil, sharing the same shelter and environment and no signs of lightning strike. and yet a tree dies. Has to be disease or pest attack, millions of things the size of match heads probably and they leave a tall stark skeleton standing amongst the greenery.
Tracking is a favourite skill with me. Occasionally something different catches my eye. Today it was signs of Mountainous Bikus.
This species is very often to be found in groups of young males, although occasionally family or single individuals are encountered in the woods. Generally they are not dangerous because any alert walker can hear the excited noise they make when in numbers, often chattering or even shouting as they stampede through the woods. Even lone individuals can be heard by a distinctive rattling, squeaking noise as they approach at speed. Their vision is restricted to the few feet immediately in front of them, so they are generally oblivious to their surroundings. Occasionally and for some unknown reason this species dives into the undergrowth or collides with trees. Scientists are still baffled by this strange behaviour.
Scuff marks on the ground alerted me today to the passage of one of these strange creatures and a casual search produced the item pictured above. Not easy to identify but...on reflection..probably from a young Male.
Brew time, using a little meths burner imported from the land of Universal viruses.
My seat on the damp log, is a Wilco £1.50 garden kneeling pad wrapped in a garden refuse bag. Light as a feather.
Tea, hot sun and the music from the stream recently fed by local rain.
A different aspect on each side of the trail where I sat. Green and sunny, with the water music on on side, on the other rather dark and silent.
On the way home. From a distance the Sweet Chestnuts look to promise a good harvest, but most show little signs of anything worth gathering. Perhaps next month will produce more mature fare. Ah! well, at least the Squirrels and other furry folk who live in the wood will eat what has fallen already..
In spite of the very obvious leaf fall the woods are still very green and in the shelter and warmth of the deep woods the wild Rhododendrons are still in bloom.
Very warm bordering on hot sun. The shadow of dangling Bergan straps make it look as if I'm using two walking sticks... Nope, still tottering around with one, and that's just for company and poking things....
Do you ever wonder what has killed a tree? Same species, same soil, sharing the same shelter and environment and no signs of lightning strike. and yet a tree dies. Has to be disease or pest attack, millions of things the size of match heads probably and they leave a tall stark skeleton standing amongst the greenery.
Tracking is a favourite skill with me. Occasionally something different catches my eye. Today it was signs of Mountainous Bikus.
This species is very often to be found in groups of young males, although occasionally family or single individuals are encountered in the woods. Generally they are not dangerous because any alert walker can hear the excited noise they make when in numbers, often chattering or even shouting as they stampede through the woods. Even lone individuals can be heard by a distinctive rattling, squeaking noise as they approach at speed. Their vision is restricted to the few feet immediately in front of them, so they are generally oblivious to their surroundings. Occasionally and for some unknown reason this species dives into the undergrowth or collides with trees. Scientists are still baffled by this strange behaviour.
Scuff marks on the ground alerted me today to the passage of one of these strange creatures and a casual search produced the item pictured above. Not easy to identify but...on reflection..probably from a young Male.
Brew time, using a little meths burner imported from the land of Universal viruses.
My seat on the damp log, is a Wilco £1.50 garden kneeling pad wrapped in a garden refuse bag. Light as a feather.
Tea, hot sun and the music from the stream recently fed by local rain.
A different aspect on each side of the trail where I sat. Green and sunny, with the water music on on side, on the other rather dark and silent.
On the way home. From a distance the Sweet Chestnuts look to promise a good harvest, but most show little signs of anything worth gathering. Perhaps next month will produce more mature fare. Ah! well, at least the Squirrels and other furry folk who live in the wood will eat what has fallen already..
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