A public footpath winds its way over to the ash tree on the horizon and down the other side of the field. In the summer months the path is claimed by nature. Monster nettles, that leave you with more than a slight rash and hogweed make it a safe, wildlife corridor for creatures to raise their young – undisturbed!.
Wildflowers crowd the banks of our local river the Derwent.
A fabulous summer storm brewing with the dense clouds preparing to drench the fields and anyone wandering around beneath.
For me… that IS easy as green is one of my favourite colours.
I drive a green car, have a green front door to our cottage, have green/blue eyes, have some green walls and I wear a lot of this wonderful, relaxing colour.
Spring in springing in my part of Yorkshireland. Although it changes frequently. So, yesterday we spring had arrived and heat. Sunday lunch was taken outside and a bit too much wine was drunk.
Today, a washed – out grey sea of clouds is hanging persistently above our heads. The coats are back on and the garden parasol is not required to shield us from the sun. In fact the sun is nowhere to be seen.
Hey ho… such is life!
But, the trees and landscape are waking up. Fresh green buds are unfolding and that virginal green will soon be everywhere. A green of hope and expectation. Gradually, it will turn to darker shades of green as the summer sets in and then in the fall the greens, oranges and yellows will combine for one glorious, last show. But, that’s for another blog post.
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Time I wasn’t here. I wish I could be here more, but times are a bit more challenging these days and I’m not very good at juggling! But, I’m practising and practising. And I never give in!
So, when I’m out with the daisy dog I’m thinking and making my plans. It’s my time to get a hold of myself and methodically wade through life’s mess and confusion.
Most mornings I climb the hill opposite our cottage. We’re not talking a mountain here. The climb is gradual in places and more challenging in other parts. I believe the act of pushing up the hill pushes the fresh air through my stuffy, bunged up head and may be beneficial in helping to calm down my daily headache/migraine. My aching leg muscles ache for a healthy reason!
At the top of our climb, the hound and I are afforded, if the day is clear, wide views of our part of the valley. Looking southwards you can see the Yorkshire Wolds ( much-loved and painted by the artist David Hockney).
To the far south – east are the cliffs, just below Scarborough bay.
With vistas like this I am pulled headlong into their magnificence. The skylarks warble high above me and clouds chase each other across the huge skies. My thoughts silenced: I am at once with nature. The Daisy dog watches for anything that moves in the fields.
Then we start the descent down to the valley. My thoughts and goals become more positive and achievable. I could walk forever on this: the road taken.
So – I’m out with the Daisy dog (a retired racing greyhound) in what I have christened the magical valley. Not a very original name and I really must come up with something more imaginative. I can guarantee that I will spot something rather special when I amble down to it… through the glorious, thick mud at the moment.
Just a few of the things on my spotted whilst walking in the magical valley are:
As the Daisy dog and I stand in the valley I spot two female roe deer in the trees, just above us. I scramble for my phone, with said dog straining on her lead to sniff at yet another blade of grass. I have to quickly delete some images as I’ve rather cleverly filled up the memory. ( What really? Now of all times?) I wholeheartedly expect the deer, who are well aware of our presence, to move on at any moment. They don’t and I manage to get some shots… of their bottoms (white)
and their heads… seemingly growing out of the trees.
I curse the fact that I haven’t got my proper camera with me ( better zoom), but hey … I’ve managed to grab some shots of them.
On cue, they bound off over the hill and the Daisy dog and I amble back home. Inside I’m skipping and doing cartwheels!
I’d say the chances of me getting any shots of those two beautiful animals was Against the Odds!
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I value time spent alone, with my own thoughts. I guess I’m lucky in that I can find my solitude in a room full of people, or a busy environment, if I choose to. I just retreat into myself. Quite literally in a world of my own.
But, to get myself a really big dose of solitude – nature is my addiction.
Whether I have an hour to roam around, or a snatched five minutes, nature works her magic every time with me.
Solitude to me is that sense of truly being connected to your body, soul and mind. The three can so often be off in different directions. To fuse them together brings with it a sense of solitude and peace. A heightened sense of just being… a pretty cool fix, I think.
We enter this world by ourselves. We live alone with our thoughts and we depart this world by ourselves.
Solitude is a gift.
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The delicate seed head … you can almost feel the softness of it and the gritty seeds contained within. A breeze will separate the seeds and they will float off … to create another brilliant, yellow dandelion flower.
No – your eyes haven’t gone funny on you. This is one of my photographs that I’ve digitally enhanced. I felt it emphasized the shape and grace of the flower – turned to seed. I hope that’s allowed!
On a recent dog walk the Daisy dog and I wandered by our local river, the Derwent.
The moist air made the strands of my hair peeping out from my hat damp and the sky was a wash of different shades of grey. The Daisy dog read her morning, doggy newspaper and I was mesmerised by the dark brown water slowly flowing south.
It was only when it started to hop up, from the base of the weeping willow tree trunk, that I spotted it.
A first for me… a treecreeper!
This small bird, about 12 centimetres in length was perfectly camouflaged against the rough, brown trunk of the tree and viewed from the side… albeit briefly – it had a pure, white breast.
I wish I could say that I managed to get a photograph of it, but I didn’t. I had a greyhound on a lead to contend with… remember. How many times do you line up your shot and just as you are about to get a half-decent image – the pooch moves and there goes your chance? Then the animal/bird moves and you’re left with nothing but memories … and a dog that is clearly bored and wants to get on with the walk.
Take it from me – it was great to watch and I will never forget that memory.
It carefully creeped up and around the tree, picking off insects with its slightly curved beak. Its tail acted as a support.
But, I can’t come on here and sing the praises of this rather clever bird and not let you see for yourself. So, if you want to see what some folk call a tree mouse – because of the way it cleverly scales tree trunks – have a look at this clip. Just click on the links.
Here Bill Oddie ( a great British Institution) and Kate Humble watch and discuss the huddling and cuddling treecreepers.
As for me – I’ve got a permanent stiff neck now, as I walk around looking up trees hoping for another sighting of a treecreeper… my new favourite bird.
As part of my new – lookWrite Dorne I’m going to include some wildlife posts and pages on here in future. So, if you’re interested in reading about some of the great wildlife I’ve been lucky enough to see in my part of Yorkshireland, call back sometime.