I’d love to say I’m good at watching wildlife. The trouble is I’m not. It takes me at least four disappointing outings before I catch even my first glimpse of a new mammal or bird.
With that in mind, I wondered whether you’d like to come with me? Obviously you can’t actually come, (cos it was on Sunday!) but you might enjoy the “virtual” exercise.
I love trees. Don’t know why, always have. There’s just something about their size, presence and history that fascinates me. I especially love “ugly” trees. The real old veterans. Battle torn but beautiful.
I’ve been thinking a lot recently about “wild” places that are important to me. When I say “wild” I don’t mean windswept Scottish islands, or even snow topped Welsh mountains, I’m talking local. Places I go when I need to clear my head, special places that are important just to me. Never has the importance of a “wild” place hit home so hard as when I came across a tree this week. On it was a simple wooden plaque.
When I heard about a 300 year old walnut tree growing in a field close to where I live, I grabbed my camera, measuring tape, wellies and husband and headed for the door!
I wrote a post yesterday about otters on the river Stour. What I’d actually set out to photograph was a tree. I know they’re completely different and hard to confuse (one being old and gnarled and the other soft and cute) but when ever I go for a walk I always seem to get distracted. It must be my age!
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