Time – for walking, photography, birding, blogging – is at a premium at the moment.
Still, I am occasionally finding moments to ‘stand and stare’. Perhaps at my favourite Leighton Moss view for instance…
Or at the way the light catches the leaves in Eaves Wood…
…or at the way the kids delight in tree climbing etc….
We’ve have a fair few clear, bright, autumn days, but they haven’t always coincided with those days which have been available for walks.
In half-term for instance, TBH and I had a day to ourselves and went back to the Eden valley to repeat the walk we did last year with the kids around Addingham Church, Long Meg and her daughters, Little Salkeld Watermill and Lacy’s Caves. A very fine walk it is too, but the day was dull, overcast and damp.
The fungi seemed to be relishing the conditions however.
*Yet another post title nicked from e.e.cummings. I always loved the breathless black humour of this poem, with its grisly punchline. Poor old Uncle Sol.