“I’m going into the village to get a paper.” “Hang on Granddad – I’ll come with you.” And that’s how the boys were booted, suited, helmeted and on their bikes quicker than you can say ‘a trip to the sweetshop’. Meanwhile their sister, who had other plans, had presented her requirements in writing.
Sunday’s walk featured something of a false start – I set off heading into the village intending to meet up with the in-laws and the boys, just in case they needed a house key and then perhaps to head in the direction of Woodwell. But when I did meet them the boys both decided to come with me. Fine. All well and good. Two hundred yards along the way however S realised that his bag of goodies had headed homeward with his grandparents and had an abrupt change of heart. We took him home. “Fancy a walk to the Pepper Pot?” I asked his brother. To be honest, I expected that the lure of sugar coated e-numbers would be too great, but I was wrong and so it was that B and I set off on a foray into Eaves Wood.
Before I get to Eaves Wood however, one digression. Many recent walks have been late afternoon and have been accompanied by Starlings and their burbling calls. I assumed that this was because they were gathering for the mass roost at Leighton Moss. But on Sunday morning the trees in the village were full of them again. In fact there was generally a great deal of birds and bird-song. B and I spotted a goldcrest in a tree above us. We didn’t get a very good photo, but we did catch this female blackbird…
B was quite taken with this oil slick rainbow he found in the road, and was keen for me to photograph it…
Once into the wood he took charge of our route finding. We lingered on occasion when suitable trees presented themselves…
He particularly liked this beech, which I suppose must once have been coppiced although not for quite some time. The branches were wet and must have been slippery, but B didn’t mind, and I liked the way the water had run on the bark and made patterns…
And no, we didn’t draw them on despite TBH’s suspicions to the contrary when she saw these photos.
And if I had to wait for B to climb trees, and to hump logs about to make stepping stones across muddy stretches of footpath, then he had to humour me whilst I pursued my latest obsession: photographing trees through raindrops…
Here’s the cropped version…
The view from the Pepper Pot was not what it can be…
…with the Bowland hills, beyond Warton Crag, wreathed in clouds.
This hazel still has a few of last year’s leaves alongside this year’s catkins which are filling out and turning yellow with the approach of spring…
Meanwhile the beech leaves which still cling on have turned a paler more delicate brown, reversing in their senescence the change from pale to darker green which will happen again soon in the first few days after the new leaves appear in not too many weeks now.
On and around the pair of fallen beeches which we often visit there was, as usual, plenty of fungal interest…
Around those beeches there are many other large fallen trees, I’m not sure whether there are more than there were or whether it’s just more obvious in a leafless winter woodland.
The combined effect of orange beech leaves and silvery dew-drops was quite decorative, but difficult to capture successfully…
These elephant-toed beech roots, mottled with lichens and moss have appeared here before…
..but then if I will keep on repeating the same old walks. Then again, if you go down to the woods today…
…you might be in for a surprise…
…if you look hard enough.
As we dropped down out of the woods, the sun briefly came out and made the drop bejewelled hedgerow twinkle…
I can see that this is going to slow my walks down even further!
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In the afternoon we were out again, this time a family walk to the Wolfhouse Gallery via Woodwell. The gallery was closed, but we had a pleasant walk despite a damp and grey afternoon.
Ivy berries.