Looking up our valley on a recent walk when our eldest daughter was here. We had planned to be dropped off by the iron footbridge across the river, much higher up the valley and cross it and walk back along the lanes over that side, but the road had been blocked for repairs to a dangerous stretch of wall.
Below: I was intrigued that this dead tree above still had a couple of teensy green-topped twigs, but I think they are seedlings which have managed to get established in the rotting wood.
The lane ahead leads down to our valley bottom. Our house is out of sight to the left of this picture.
Here the farm buildings stand in front of our house. Anything painted white is one of the original farm buildings (we were the accompanying farmhouse until the farmer sold it to us 28 years back). You may just see our chimneys on the right of the cluster of buildings, just where that branch comes in from the right. The heavily wooded bit immediately behind our house is our copse but it merges into the trees forming the boundary and then onto next door's farmland.
You can just see the "hillock" on the top of this hillside, which was one of the Iron Age enclosure boundaries. It is square in shape.
Robin's Pin Cushions on the wild Dog Roses. Properly known as "Bedeguar Galls" these are caused by the larvae of a tiny gall wasp, Depoloepis rosae. The grubs inside feed on the host plant all winter and hatch out as adults in the spring. They are asexual, and just a tiny number are male. (The Wildlife Trusts)
Honeysuckle is in mid-romp along the hedgerows. I can remember teaching my kids to pull off the individual flowers, bite off the very base and suck out the sweet nectar. I expect folk have been doing that for 1000s of years.
Above and below, Bramble flowers may be simple, but have a beauty all of their own. They are lovely to draw.
Now I have cracked how to load my photos in future, I should be back in the land of blogging. Just need a few more hours in the day though!