Watching nature take its course, from the top of a hill in northern England

A Walk on Part



I was just lining up a shot in a bluebell wood, when enter stage left a pheasant, he posed briefly and then meandered off into the undergrowth

Seeing red

I wish I could bring you the scent of this wood, almost more beautiful than the sight of it and certainly something that could not be captured in any manmade perfume.


Author: uphilldowndale

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.

4 thoughts on “A Walk on Part

  1. When you go looking for beauty you’ll generally find it, although not necessarily in the way you expected. And isn’t that a fine thing! Thanks for sharing the nice present you received. I’m pretty sure I can smell the woods.

  2. A wonderful capture, Uhdd. And you are so right – the beauty of nature cannot be surpassed by manmade endeavors.

  3. i think he thought you needed a contrast to the blue! what a gorgeous place.

  4. Excellent….wish we had some peasants in our Bluebell wood. Ours are all well over by now anyway for another year so it’s nice to see yours.

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