After a few household chores I got my pass to go out and play today, which was nice, because the weather looked promising. I had no real objective other than to gather some of the first crop of ramsons from my favourite patch.
A short drive brought me to my destination (near Shirenewton, for those who know rural Monmouthshire). The ramsons were out in good numbers, and I soon gathered a good bagful. I know a lady who runs a farm shop who will trade me some of her excellent bacon for these, so the time was a good investment.
One to avoid when picking ramsons - Cuckoo pint. Nasty stuff.
I too the opportunity for a wander around the area, crossing the road into a woodland that I have always meant to explore but never got around to before. I found some elder coming into leaf.
The path soon disappeared. Or I lost it. This happens to me a lot.
After a bit of scrambling though the trees I came out into a more open bit of woodland. Beech dominated, with an understorey of yew and holly.
I regained the road, and went back into my ramsons wood, but from the other end. The path here is nice and clear.
There were lots of these about. The wood has loads of fallen ash trees.
Hartstongue fern was also very abundant in these woods.
I took a break on a fallen birch, enjoyed the sunshine for a bit, and had a play with the macro setting on my camera. Then it was back to the car and the next destination.
For the second weekend in a row I checked out the best local site for wild daffodils. Still no flowers there yet, but this fungus-covered stick caught my eye.
It really was a very nice day. I managed the entire day without wearing my coat.
I also managed a sort of self portrait with the aid of the sunshine.
Then I met these lovely young ladies. Hebridean sheep, as used by Gwent Wildlife Trust to graze their land. I had a sudden inspiration and started gathering wool from the fences and bushes around the field, ending up with about 50g (2oz) of wool, plus assorted sticks, grass and dead leaves. No idea what I'll do with it yet, but it seemed like a good idea at the time.
And then this fellow jumped out of the hedgerow. A blackandwhitebird. Not that unusual, but the first time I've seen one.
This was followed by some fast food...
...and a sitting target (forgot my catapult again).
And so the sun set on a wonderfully relaxing day.
Just one question. If today was so relaxing, why am I absolutely shattered now?
A short drive brought me to my destination (near Shirenewton, for those who know rural Monmouthshire). The ramsons were out in good numbers, and I soon gathered a good bagful. I know a lady who runs a farm shop who will trade me some of her excellent bacon for these, so the time was a good investment.

One to avoid when picking ramsons - Cuckoo pint. Nasty stuff.

I too the opportunity for a wander around the area, crossing the road into a woodland that I have always meant to explore but never got around to before. I found some elder coming into leaf.

The path soon disappeared. Or I lost it. This happens to me a lot.

After a bit of scrambling though the trees I came out into a more open bit of woodland. Beech dominated, with an understorey of yew and holly.

I regained the road, and went back into my ramsons wood, but from the other end. The path here is nice and clear.

There were lots of these about. The wood has loads of fallen ash trees.

Hartstongue fern was also very abundant in these woods.

I took a break on a fallen birch, enjoyed the sunshine for a bit, and had a play with the macro setting on my camera. Then it was back to the car and the next destination.

For the second weekend in a row I checked out the best local site for wild daffodils. Still no flowers there yet, but this fungus-covered stick caught my eye.

It really was a very nice day. I managed the entire day without wearing my coat.

I also managed a sort of self portrait with the aid of the sunshine.

Then I met these lovely young ladies. Hebridean sheep, as used by Gwent Wildlife Trust to graze their land. I had a sudden inspiration and started gathering wool from the fences and bushes around the field, ending up with about 50g (2oz) of wool, plus assorted sticks, grass and dead leaves. No idea what I'll do with it yet, but it seemed like a good idea at the time.

And then this fellow jumped out of the hedgerow. A blackandwhitebird. Not that unusual, but the first time I've seen one.

This was followed by some fast food...

...and a sitting target (forgot my catapult again).

And so the sun set on a wonderfully relaxing day.

Just one question. If today was so relaxing, why am I absolutely shattered now?

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