trees

We are told to plant trees, but what of the marvellous trees and woods that exist already.  Wandering alone by myself with only the dog for a company I exulted in the absolute greenness and beauty in the world around.  Even as I potter round old digital photos,  I see each wild flower plant was noted, and here and there Moss would appear, intent on his own business on walks.  Paul would take me to Blake's Wood in Essex, we would wander through the sweet chestnut trees, and look for mushrooms. He understood my need for the natural world to be imbibed into my soul, though he was hardly a walker himself.

 

Langridge; The low branch of this tree I would touch with reverence

Roman villas round here and then as you go over the fields the site of the Roundheads Battle of the Lansdown.

the gnarled trunk of an old hawthorn

The Mendips.  Famous for its gorge, but there was another smaller one here, where thousands of years ago cave dwellings were found.

Rampant greenery almost like a rain forest

A wild bell flower

Here the two faces of the rock almost came together

The stone cliffs can be seen, but turn to your left and the Tor of Glastonbury would have been seen

A beech wood, dark and mysterious and devoid of ground cover