I think it is true to say that I haven’t got the hang of making regular posts, but when the urge strikes, then I have to respond. So please forgive me for the long break as I get this recent expedition onto ‘paper’
Spring may well be well on the way, but the current trend, around here anyway, for decidedly cool temperatures, does not make one feel springlike. From inside, it looks so inviting to see the azure sky with the sun shining brightly, that one can’t wait to get out and enjoy the day. However, the cold wind that greets you as you emerge from the shelter of suburban living makes you realize that spring is a fickle mistress who can reward and punish at the same time. It’s the beginning of May and ice has formed a hard skin over the bird bath and tender blossom reels from the overnight onslaught.
Ah but the sun is shining; I must get out and about and make the effort to record some sights. The wood at the bottom of Clay Bank (a pass into the plateau of the Cleveland Hills) looked inviting. The best thing about walking through a wood at this time of year is the colours. The greens of Spring are a delight to behold, but trying to capture that essence is not so easy?
This is the track leading into the wood which is an area of forested land from which the conifers were harvested some years ago. These trees are mainly silver birch with an assortment of other deciduous trees, which have grown recently or were left standing from the felling operations.
Hence the larger trees standing above the general height.
The track was climbing slowly higher and soon gave a fine view across to Roseberry Topping, our local landmark hill.
Next there was a line of sight down to one of the farms at the foot of the Cleveland Hills which almost surround this woodland.
The track wound around the contours of the land, so was fairly level, if wet in places. All around the green theme was echoing.
A short distance away from the forestry track was a marshy area which contained a patch of bulrushes which shone out like beacons among the surrounding greenery. Care was needed here as I found my foot sinking into the hidden mire, the dried reeds were very deceptive!
There was no circular route round, so I had to retrace my footsteps back to the start. It was in this area that I came across this fine patch of primroses looking upto the sun.
Ok, this short post has been three days in the making, so onwards and upwards as they say, publish and be damned.
We have more to come, so thank you for all who had a look and hope to be back soon.