This is from my first proper walk since the operation. How glad I was to get out and be somewhere I really do love being. How can I want to spend time anywhere else when there are places like this around? Golden paths surrounded by such glorious greenery. Completely different to the woodlands I usually go to in Lincolnshire.
The day we walked around it, the weather was very changeable. It would go from bright sunshine to dark clouds in a matter of seconds and then back again. Odd sprinkles of rain came and went but we didn’t feel them through the thick lime canopy.
Spiders’ webs were everywhere, like a granny’s antimacassar covering branch and stem alike. The sun lit the silvery threads from beneath, allowing us to see what usually we cannot.
Most of the woodlands were still a verdant, lush green colour and the hawthorn above was as fresh that day as it was when it first opened those leaves some four months ago.
This was the view we had when we stopped for coffee. Not quite Simonside or The Cheviots, but it’ll do. It was amusing to watch the sheep in the distance rolling over and scratching their faces. The coffee was good and the company even better.
When the grey skies disappeared, there came moments of such dappled wonder. It was really beautiful. We held hands and talked, we stopped to laugh at some little thing, before moving on again. We went at a snail’s pace because doing anything even vaguely energetic left me sore and tired. Walking slowly allowed us to see even more.
In nature, placement is never accidental. I see things and wonder why they are as they are, but I always have a feeling that things are where they should be.
The leaves are starting to show their age now, and though still green, they are beginning to show the merest hints of yellowing. Like the back of a sun-lover’s hand, these sycamore (Acer pseudoplatanus) leaves are showing little age spots which weren’t there earlier (they’re caused by tar spot fungus). Time is moving on; in the leaves and the soft, green things. Things which will soon be yellowed and ochre-tinged.
Isn’t it all just so beautiful? Everything is so green and rich and vibrant.
Look at the beautiful, startlingly-bright Lords and Ladies (Arum maculatum) in their autumn glory! This is one big indication of the passage of time and a sign I used to watch and wait for in the woodlands around Northumberland. I think they’re early this year.
These long, leggy trees are very photogenic. Dappled sunlight, soft ochre leaves on the floor and odd clumps of ivy creeping along the ground.
And a crown of trees. Sitting amidst its friends.
Elegant and tall. A tree of perfect poise and grace.
A tree I couldn’t overlook if I tried.
Golden shafts of light fall through birch and lime.
And are caught by odd leaves, here and there.
A magical woodland. Bright and light and airy.
A last photo; turning back. The path that took us home.