It's strange to think that only the day before yesterday I mentioned where a little cottage once stood that is known as "Grannies" and how she cared for some of the pit ponies there.
Today, as we came out of the beech woods across the road, there were shadowy figures, only just visible in the white mountain mist, curious about our appearance in the gloom.
Officially horses are not allowed on the commons, but these six roamers have been around for months and with 3.000 (now sheep free) acres to explore, they seem content enough.
We had just come through a wooded area, where adjacent to the warm colours of the beech leaves there is a wide empty space where some years ago there was a fire in the pine trees. All that remains are the bare dead trunks which also in the mist looked rather ghostly. Had it not been for the chattering of squirrels and twittering of tits and finches this open area would have seemed even eerier today, like a cemetery for the dead trees.
In contrast to the above, the bracken in this sheltered spot, still shows signs of green foliage which added a welcome warmth to today's short walk through the damp woods ...
It was so dim, that my flash automatically fired, but the effect gave this old tree, a glow ...
and as for this close up of some wet sphagnum moss, it really seemed to be fire-bright
The temperature was mild today especially considering this is mid November and all of a sudden the moorland is bedecked with all sorts of tiny, dainty fungi of the sort you see in paintings of fairies or a Midsummer Nights Dream (which would be out of season). But there is another plague on the mountain ... fly tipping! Now ... I wouldn't normally take photo's of other peoples rubbish but these two rather amused me, especially in relation to all the natural fungi sprouting up all over the place ... and as for the poor bears ...
A silly way to end another soggy day, but a bit of fun to focus on.
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