We visit this wood, maybe, three times a year and I don't really know why we don't come more often. It's a managed wood and has Oak, Elm, and Birch trees and all kinds of wildlife - badgers and rabbits included.
I always get drawn to the Oak trees. The smaller ones in the woods have been their over two hundred years, but there is a really large one that must be much older than that. I often wonder what sights this tree will have seen and witnessed over the years. How people lived and used the woods. This old Oak tree must have been planted around the early 18th century.
As always, I collected treasure to bring home and draw.
A branch from an Oak tree that has blown off, some very tiny shells, and small feathers from a hungry animal's feast.
I was fascinated by the view across the field on Sunday. All these birds were facing the same way, into the wind. I think they thought if they were perched face onto the wind, there was less likelihood of being blown off.
The waves rush over me in their excitement to get to the pebbles on the beach. The sound it makes as it rushes over the pebbles makes ripples go up and down my spine. I move only with the tide, one line at a time, Once I was alive, now I am embossed on the sand. What am I?
I was woken up at 4.00am by the sound of the rain, initially forecast as snow, but that had moved on up the country. As I tried to get back to sleep, I kept thinking of the hare I had drawn yesterday and in my head a story of a hare and a crow began to take shape. Finally, I drifted back to sleep in the forest.
The rain has been a frequent companion today, and the birds have kept away from the garden in sheltered spots. At lunchtime, however, there was a break and I grabbed Mr P and the camera and went for a walk. I couldn't make my mind up about the camera at first, because of the rain, but I'm glad I was remembered of all the other times that I have missed a good photo opportunity.
The birds were also taking advantage of the break in the rain and the birdsong was truly uplifting. The usual suspects about; sparrows, starlings, pigeon, collared doves.
However, I took my small pleasures on two counts; the first is the closest I have ever been to a Buzzard (that is a live one!). As I walked past one of the old oak trees, he suddenly broke cover and flew across the field. He could only have been 3 metres away from me at the beginning and he was beautiful. After I fumbled with my camera (being totally unprepared and lost in thought!), I managed to get a few pictures.
The second small pleasure was a very bold little robin who was singing at the top of his voice, and looking very smug in the tree.
We don't get many starlings in our garden, but yesterday we had an influx of about fifteen.
I think starlings are a very attractive bird, it's a shame farmers have an aversion to them.
Whilst out walking with my farmer friend last week, she explained that the loud distressed bird call, I could hear, was a recording of starlings warning other starlings to stay away. However, she said it was ineffective as they just got used to it.
It was great to see the sparrows went afraid to come and get their share of the spoils from the feeders.
These are ammonites, amongst the best known fossils. They became extinct over 140 million years ago.
In Whitby, England, the fossils were once thought to represent coiled serpents that had been beheaded and turned to stone by the Saxon abbess St Hilda. In order to maintain this legend, snakes' heads were commonly carved on fossil ammonites sold to tourists in the area.