Anyone else have a favourite perch, or more ? My favourite places are not all the same, although most involve a long view of some kind. A couple are deep in the wood and just overlook small clearings but time spent there can be quite rewarding.
Just 5 minutes from home is one of a string of interconnected Lakes where as the year turns the seasons register so clearly. I'm pretty sure if I was dropped here from Space and asked " What month is it ?" I would Know.
The summer growth squeezes the Lake from the sides and makes it look smaller, the surface is partly covered by beautiful white Water Lillies with butter yellow centres. They are fully open, not just peeping, as my Great Grandson says when the flowers are half open in June..
In Winter the Lake looks bigger and at times is just a sheet of ice pieced by the stalks of dead Reeds and looking like a great white Pin Cushion.
It's hot in places in the wood, the trails are baked hard where the sun gets through the leaf canopy, although the presence of the lake where the trail runs close makes it seem cooler.
There was a camera shy Moorhen trotting about the Lilly Pads like a kid on a garden Trampoline. As the pad sank under the weight, the bird simply stepped onto the next one, hunting the insects feeding on the flowers.
Up through the woods to another favoured spot. On high ground at the woodland edge, a fallen tree, carved by the Foresters to commemorate 125 of the National Trust.
The views stretch to the nearby coast and inland to the North.
I'm lucky enough to live hidden away in the wood at the bottom of the photo.
So, home along the sunny paths with a lighter pack after 2 or was it 3 brews while day dreaming on the sunny seat?
Just 5 minutes from home is one of a string of interconnected Lakes where as the year turns the seasons register so clearly. I'm pretty sure if I was dropped here from Space and asked " What month is it ?" I would Know.
The summer growth squeezes the Lake from the sides and makes it look smaller, the surface is partly covered by beautiful white Water Lillies with butter yellow centres. They are fully open, not just peeping, as my Great Grandson says when the flowers are half open in June..
In Winter the Lake looks bigger and at times is just a sheet of ice pieced by the stalks of dead Reeds and looking like a great white Pin Cushion.
It's hot in places in the wood, the trails are baked hard where the sun gets through the leaf canopy, although the presence of the lake where the trail runs close makes it seem cooler.
There was a camera shy Moorhen trotting about the Lilly Pads like a kid on a garden Trampoline. As the pad sank under the weight, the bird simply stepped onto the next one, hunting the insects feeding on the flowers.
Up through the woods to another favoured spot. On high ground at the woodland edge, a fallen tree, carved by the Foresters to commemorate 125 of the National Trust.
The views stretch to the nearby coast and inland to the North.
I'm lucky enough to live hidden away in the wood at the bottom of the photo.
So, home along the sunny paths with a lighter pack after 2 or was it 3 brews while day dreaming on the sunny seat?
