After cracking on out in the garden yesterday, the day was so spring like it demanded a walk. Plus there was a beautiful light from the lowering winter sun. For once, my son came with me, which made a lovely change from walking on my own. We didn't go far - just over the bridge and turn left and up the valley for 3/4 of a mile or so, but it was good to get out and I intend to do so again today - if I can wake up that is!
The deeply-creased and fissured bark gives a toehold to the ivy creeping up it.
Sunshine. Just what we needed after all that snow and ice.
Mossy branches stretch across the stream.
This is a road often-walked, but the familiar fields, the gorse coverts surrounding the Iron Age enclosure atop the hill, and the memories of riding along here, and leading my children on little Jo-Jo, the bay Section A mare they grew up with, make it a very comforting walk.
Although it was still quite bright, pointing the camera straight into the sun gives quite a dimpsey effect.
As we turned the last corner to walk up our hill, the sunlight lit up the ivy leaves, making them almost an acid green and the only colour in the landscape.
