Less than a 100 yards away from yesterdays hilltop scene.
It’s not a forest of trees with cathedral like proportions granted, more a lofty parish church sort of wood. But it was mistily atmospheric enough to induced whispering voices and a quiet reverence.
Watching the rhythm of rural life, from the top of a hill in northern England.
Having spent most of my life avoiding writing, I now need to do it!
I am no domestic goddess, but if I were expecting visitors to my home, I would whisk round with the duster and plump up the cushions and generally make the place look presentable. I hope that by putting my words where others may see them it will encourage me to ‘tidy up and push the Hoover around’ my writing.
On the other hand I may just be adding to the compost heap. Only time will tell!
Pull up a chair, sit yourself down, I’ll put the kettle on.
I kept looking at these and wondering why they seemed so . . . exotic? Then the coin dropped. There’s no underbrush. My woods are full of underbrush and fallen trees and all manner of mess. If you ever come to visit we will have to tidy up around here.
I’m not sure of the reason for that Gerry, maybe it is the sheep that graze the area for part of the year, or could it be a lot of the debris has come home with us, caught in Spuds tail?
February 7, 2012 at 3:22 pm
Lovely.
February 7, 2012 at 3:23 pm
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February 7, 2012 at 3:26 pm
Awesome picture, I love the dark woods in the background, thanks for sharing
February 7, 2012 at 4:16 pm
Wow! I thought yesterday’s photos were beautiful. These are even better.
February 7, 2012 at 6:26 pm
Sorry, no: what it induces in me is the urge to run home to the central heating and make tea.
I’m fine with snow as long as it’s not where I am.
February 7, 2012 at 7:45 pm
Just beautiful…took my breath away when I saw it…
February 7, 2012 at 9:12 pm
Yesterday’s photo was a bit spooky; these are quietly lovely. I wonder if the trees just make us feel more grounded and comfortable?
February 7, 2012 at 9:35 pm
It’s been maybe 3 months being away from “our woods”, these beautiful cities will kill us, thanks for the medicine.
February 9, 2012 at 11:28 am
Mmm, I much prefer open spaces! xx
February 9, 2012 at 3:58 pm
Custody Sgts dog Moss finally laid to rest.
Hankies out before you read.
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February 9, 2012 at 5:31 pm
Oh no, more tears.
February 11, 2012 at 1:12 am
I thought I had enough Kleenex nearby, but I was wrong.
February 11, 2012 at 4:09 am
I kept looking at these and wondering why they seemed so . . . exotic? Then the coin dropped. There’s no underbrush. My woods are full of underbrush and fallen trees and all manner of mess. If you ever come to visit we will have to tidy up around here.
February 12, 2012 at 9:57 pm
I’m not sure of the reason for that Gerry, maybe it is the sheep that graze the area for part of the year, or could it be a lot of the debris has come home with us, caught in Spuds tail?