Wyndcliff, Wye Valley

Clear blue sky, low white sun
Long ash tree shadows
Translucent Green moss
Robin visits, eyes me, departs
Pre-spring bird song
Feels like spring
Budding cuckoo pint (that called to me from the Wheel that morning), by great beeches skirted with bright shining moss
Two women think I'm sick when I kneel to photograph the cuckoo pint
Walk off the path through wild yew tree woods
Find wild boar droppings and tracks
Walk through the iron age enclosure
More evidence of boar
Beautiful sunlight on electric green moss and beech trees
Sit for lunch on favourite limestone rock
A Buzzard floats majestically over the tree, speckled wings sunlit, looks down at me, then sails on calling out across the Wye river's rising tide
Do my nature rituals with eyes open and breathing deeply through nose
Photograph blue-green moss on rotting tree stump
Large family of long-tailed blue tits pass over through the branches high above
Head on through woods around enclosure
Photograph yellow fungi on fallen tree
Walk around and down towards the old Roman harbour
See a mother roe deer and her smaller young
Staff still and they run up towards me, stop to eye me, then sound spooks mother and they trot off
I walk back through the woods along the deer trods
I come across the mother roe deer and young again, and they run up and away into the woods
I walk down to the banks of the Wye, which is swollen with heavy rains and tree trunks and plant material float down
Walked back up along the deer trods
Sky grows dark with rain clouds, giving the woods an onimous, mysterious character
The path up is blocked by fallen trees
I say to a man walking towards me on the path that 'the weather's coming in'
It starts to rain, growing very heavy
I enjoy the contrast of weathers since the sunny morning
I leave my found hazel walking stick resting in a tree by the path
It rains heavily as I travel back home over the Severn bridgeWeiterlesen