The first days of February are of special significance to some people and a good time to be in the wood. A few photos from six nights out.
First...the news..
After stringent scientific investigation it has been announced that these are not the remains of Bambi, as at first thought.
The show business burial at DisneyLand (Florida) will not now take place. An Elder Elf has decided on a simple woodland ceremony instead. Invitations have been sent and those attending are, Thumper Rabbit and two or three dozen of his children, a senior member of the Owl family..toowit..Ollie. Mr & Mrs D Duck and any of the Dwarves who happen to be sober on the day. This excludes Droopy who is temporarily banished from Wicca's wood after the disgraceful incident on Wednesday last, resulting in the subsequent complaint by Tinkerbelle. (upheld)
If it's of any interest, this is six nights (seven days) rations. I stop off at a cafe on the way to the wood and have...I think it's a "Trucker number 2"..
that does me 'till the evening and then it's just soup once the camp is sorted out. Four meals and breakfasts then on day six I just eat whatevers left over.. I'm not a 'Foodie' at all, curry rice for breakfast porridge for tea..doesn't matter.. Last day is just a brew and biscuits before breaking camp and walking out. Cafe on the way home..
The recent rains have topped the well up nicely and encouraged the fungi growth.
The Dawns were cold but the wood warms quickly and I've noticed the milder feel to the days since I camped in the wood a couple of weeks ago. It's good to feel the sun flooding down the slope and thawing out the ice on the tent each morning.
My bird boxes are nicely weathered now and hearing the Bluetits chinking away in the sunshine, I think new tenants are eyeing the vacant properties up with a view to moving in soon, and there was a couple of busy nights at the Badger Sett judging by the noise coming from their patch of the wood.
A wander along my stream. The Elves Bridge..so named by my Grandaughter.. The rain filled stream reveals something from long ago, previously buried under a 'leaf jamb' in the stream. Any guesses? Late 1930's to '50's sometime perhaps? Long before plastic hub caps anyway.
When there is no breeze to move the trees, the stream provides the night music in the stillness. Although I have heard the sound since I was too young to walk, the other night the Vixen screamed that blood curdling call when she was about 50 metres from my tent..:yikes: I know the sound, I know who makes it and why it is made, but just for a micro second I was back in a cave clutching a stone axe..:yelrotflm
A classic North-South tree, and one of the great Beeches in life and death..
A couple of my 'seats' to sit and listen and watch the life of the wood. In the summer the moss is warm and soft and and makes a good cushion and backrest.
Life on the trees and a strange green colouring that I find on fallen Ash (mostly)?
My mate's little Grandaughter calls this The fire lighting tree..she learns quickly.. And an Ash who's days are ending.
But for those who understand, the days of the Holly King's reign are numbered and the wheel turns.
Soon the wood will have a blue carpet.
First...the news..
After stringent scientific investigation it has been announced that these are not the remains of Bambi, as at first thought.
The show business burial at DisneyLand (Florida) will not now take place. An Elder Elf has decided on a simple woodland ceremony instead. Invitations have been sent and those attending are, Thumper Rabbit and two or three dozen of his children, a senior member of the Owl family..toowit..Ollie. Mr & Mrs D Duck and any of the Dwarves who happen to be sober on the day. This excludes Droopy who is temporarily banished from Wicca's wood after the disgraceful incident on Wednesday last, resulting in the subsequent complaint by Tinkerbelle. (upheld)
If it's of any interest, this is six nights (seven days) rations. I stop off at a cafe on the way to the wood and have...I think it's a "Trucker number 2"..
that does me 'till the evening and then it's just soup once the camp is sorted out. Four meals and breakfasts then on day six I just eat whatevers left over.. I'm not a 'Foodie' at all, curry rice for breakfast porridge for tea..doesn't matter.. Last day is just a brew and biscuits before breaking camp and walking out. Cafe on the way home..
The recent rains have topped the well up nicely and encouraged the fungi growth.
The Dawns were cold but the wood warms quickly and I've noticed the milder feel to the days since I camped in the wood a couple of weeks ago. It's good to feel the sun flooding down the slope and thawing out the ice on the tent each morning.
My bird boxes are nicely weathered now and hearing the Bluetits chinking away in the sunshine, I think new tenants are eyeing the vacant properties up with a view to moving in soon, and there was a couple of busy nights at the Badger Sett judging by the noise coming from their patch of the wood.
A wander along my stream. The Elves Bridge..so named by my Grandaughter..
The rain filled stream reveals something from long ago, previously buried under a 'leaf jamb' in the stream. Any guesses? Late 1930's to '50's sometime perhaps? Long before plastic hub caps anyway.
When there is no breeze to move the trees, the stream provides the night music in the stillness. Although I have heard the sound since I was too young to walk, the other night the Vixen screamed that blood curdling call when she was about 50 metres from my tent..:yikes: I know the sound, I know who makes it and why it is made, but just for a micro second I was back in a cave clutching a stone axe..:yelrotflm
A classic North-South tree, and one of the great Beeches in life and death..
A couple of my 'seats' to sit and listen and watch the life of the wood. In the summer the moss is warm and soft and and makes a good cushion and backrest.
Life on the trees and a strange green colouring that I find on fallen Ash (mostly)?
My mate's little Grandaughter calls this The fire lighting tree..she learns quickly..
And an Ash who's days are ending.
But for those who understand, the days of the Holly King's reign are numbered and the wheel turns.
Soon the wood will have a blue carpet.
