We are lucky in comparison with so many other places in the UK, in that we don’t have flooding just where I live. But the fields and woods are saturated and squelchy underfoot.
Without much enthusiasm this morning, before the next forecast rain due in about 11 am, I pulled on my walking boots and wrapped a scarf around my neck.
I didn’t have to go far before I stuffed my gloves into the pockets of my jacket, and pulled out the camera
The old man’s beard is so noticeable at this time of the year catching whatever light there is, and shining against the drab hedgerows even on a dull day.
In the quarry an old tree was taken down – maybe last Spring, which was a great sadness. It was an old willow and the early flowers were a huge attraction for hundreds and hundreds of bees… the sound of them all contentedly buzzing around the branches was incredible. I don’t know why it was taken down. It hadn’t appeared to unsafe…..
This is what is left of it – it has been moved and scorched, soaked by rain and left to stand in the middle of the grass.
The tree had been a great shelter, and a place to meet, with an established fireplace and a bench
… instead the stump is providing somewhere for fungi to grow
Nature’s way of wasting not.