“There! It’s a bird, well….it’s more like a dragon, but it has panda paws and a mane like a lion.”
It was my turn to fly the kite and A was lying in the grass and spinning stories from raw materials provided by the clouds. When she held the line and coaxed the stalling and swooping kite with sharp tugs and murmured commands, and it was my turn to weave tales from the clouds I initially saw only clouds or plumes of smoke, but eventually I managed to join in. Best of all though was just to lie back in the sunshine – a brief respite in a string of squally days – and watch the clouds scudding overhead.
Later I was out for an evening stroll. The sky had changed – behind and above the clouds which had fed our imaginings was a layer of fretted cloud, like a ripple pattern left by the retreating tide in firm sand – mackerel sky?
On the limestone pavement in Pointer Wood I saw this….
The distinctive pattern on its back make me think that it might be a mottled grasshopper, but I’m probably wrong.
I took the permission path to Heald Brow and on the way encountered several very large dryad’s saddle bracket fungus.
Bowland Hills and Morecambe Bay from Heald Brow.
It was, as is often the case on my evening walks, really a bit dark for photographs. As well as the agrimony, I saw mullein, harebells, thyme, self-heal, white campion, ragwort and meadow crane’s- bill.
Down by quicksand pool, I could hear more sea-birds than I could see. A turnstone (I think) struggled with the wind on the far bank of the creek.
There’s always something to find on the salt-marsh and tonight it was the feathered remnants of a bird, which it seems had made a meal for something…
Also know as ‘Adam’s flannel’ because the large hairy leaves were used as nature’s toilet paper.
From Jack Scout.