For weeks now, whilst all around us the trees have been changing rapidly, one stubborn little beech has stayed cheerfully colourful. A bright beacon on the many recent dark-sky or misty days we've had recently. Others have commented on it too, saying how lovely it has been to head up the mountain road, go around the very steep bend and see this lovely tree blazing brightly. It cheers one up of a morning.
So today, late, with a fresh, dry sky, I parked further down and managed to take photographs of it, much to the surprise of several drivers heading upwards.
Then I drove to the highest point to look across over the water towards England.
At last, a morning when one could just about see the Channel under heavily striated cloud
We headed off for a ground soggy stroll down to the beech trees, looking for edible Blewits and found enough to bring back for some cooking action in the kitchen later.
The splodgy puddles on the moorland are ale-dark with brackish peat and in places black coal mingles in too ...
and today it seemed I wasn't the only one with their base getting wet, though I think this beech has much more attractive feet than my dunlop-clad green ones!
Then the sky changed rather dramatically and it was as if I was photographing a sunset
What is strange about this, it was taken at 11.45. as if the sun was setting in the east!
Just a few hours later and there was a lovely clear sky with fluffy white, racing clouds.
The cameo of the day ... ?
A dried out puffball with beech mast and leaves.
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