At times yesterday it seemed that the fog might lift, but it clung on through the day. Out on an errand, I took a detour (which turned out to be a long one) through Eaves Wood.
In the damp, the trees that edged the field path into the wood were pearled with drops.
The light wasn’t great, and this is a little blurred – but, what’s that in the drop – a world in miniature?
There it is – a couple of inverted trees seen through the lens of the water droplet.
Hmmm – I think I feel another obsessive search coming on…..
In the woods…
…a half dozen doves in the uppermost branches departed in a clatter of wings, showering me with drops. The line of this shattered, polyp-encrusted fallen birch trunk…
…led me to a four storey spider web in its stump…
The tree had led me to the path to the ring o’beeches and so I decided to head that way. Beyond the ring, a well trodden path in an unexpected place tempted me even further off course for my errand. The path took me to another fallen tree – or at least partly fallen. A huge beech coppice stool still supported four tall trunks, but on one side two had collapsed, leaving a hole like a toothless gap in a gum.
I carried on into the woods, despite the fact that the ‘new’ path I had found had fairly clearly petered out. Pretty soon I was, if not lost then, at least a little unsure of my exact whereabouts. After some ducking and weaving as the trees closed in around me, I came to a clearing with a few larches dotted about. That clearing led to another – in fact to several, like a small archipelago of islands in an ocean of trees – and eventually back to a path, from where it was an easy, but quite dark, walk back to the village and the real business of the walk.