After spending a week wandering the open fells and hills of Northumberland a week or so ago, I repacked my gear and headed to the solitude of a Sussex woodland. When I left home on the coast it was 28 degrees Celsius and the local beaches were strewn with cooking oily bodies..
In the wood it was cool with the strong sunlight filtered through the leaves giving a pale green hue to everything.
Home for a few nights..
Intent on looking up to check for potentially dangerous dead/likely to fall branches, I confess I missed this little Oak seedling and then realised fire heat would do him no good at all, so he got a 'Fireguard' of dead stick and bark...
Smoke in the wood.
Sammy Squirrel and me are going to fall out I'm afraid, unless him and his oppos stop munching every tree that takes their fancy...Bark strips everywhere.
And stripped upper branches..
Other woodland folk are much better behaved. This Fox cub came visiting just as the light faded the second night.
Bright eyes..
I know where his Earth is, and I heard his Mother screaming her mating call just after Yule, when the tent was white with frost under the Moon and the stream in the wood was frozen solid. I saw her the other evening too, but too slow with the camera..
Living the high life...
But if the porridge gets burned again..I shall sack the cook..
By day the Deer in their Summer coats appear silently like ghosts between the trees.
This great Beech has a Bracket fungus growing at the base of her ancient trunk. I noticed it shed smoke like spores every time the breeze blew. I couldn't capture them airbourne but the surrounding area was rust brown with their spread.
Four nights and time to return, briefly, to the World.
And the little Oak seedling? He's fine, and I gave him a cool drink before I packed out of the wood...
In the wood it was cool with the strong sunlight filtered through the leaves giving a pale green hue to everything.
Home for a few nights..
Intent on looking up to check for potentially dangerous dead/likely to fall branches, I confess I missed this little Oak seedling and then realised fire heat would do him no good at all, so he got a 'Fireguard' of dead stick and bark...
Smoke in the wood.
Sammy Squirrel and me are going to fall out I'm afraid, unless him and his oppos stop munching every tree that takes their fancy...Bark strips everywhere.
And stripped upper branches..
Other woodland folk are much better behaved. This Fox cub came visiting just as the light faded the second night.
Bright eyes..
I know where his Earth is, and I heard his Mother screaming her mating call just after Yule, when the tent was white with frost under the Moon and the stream in the wood was frozen solid. I saw her the other evening too, but too slow with the camera..
Living the high life...
But if the porridge gets burned again..I shall sack the cook..
By day the Deer in their Summer coats appear silently like ghosts between the trees.
This great Beech has a Bracket fungus growing at the base of her ancient trunk. I noticed it shed smoke like spores every time the breeze blew. I couldn't capture them airbourne but the surrounding area was rust brown with their spread.
Four nights and time to return, briefly, to the World.
And the little Oak seedling? He's fine, and I gave him a cool drink before I packed out of the wood...
