Greensitt Batts
Heslett Wood
Coal Bank Wood
Piccadilly
Five Ponds Wood
Mickley Barrass
I walk in the woods daily.
Join me just one more time.
Light shafting downwards through the trees.
Loamy paths, wild garlic, bluebells, campion.
Silence: except for birdsong, purling streams.
The tang of sap, earth, flowers.
Lovely words so right for this time of the year framing your wonderful photos! Woodlands are so recreational and we miss our walks there. I suppose the wild garlic in our favourite spots are almost gone by now. I try cultivating wild garlic in the garden now, my neighbour is very good at this and has given me a bunch of the flowers so next year we might have more than just two tiny plants.
Wishing you a good weekend, stay safe and keep well
Dina x
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Oh, of course. Lovely as your scenery is, there are few woodlands. But you have your coastal scenery – so I suppose we can’t have everything. Good luck with the wild garlic! And stay safe and happy! x
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Another nice surprise! Thanks, Margaret 🤣 I’ve already been quayside in Porto with Andrew. And all from the comfort of my terrace 🤗💕
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Yes, he does get about, doesn’t he? If we’re ever allowed to travel again, I really would like to discover more of Portugal. But I only have one word at the moment – ‘obrigada’. Which can only get you so far …
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Far enough, believe me… 😊
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Thank you always helps you!
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I love your choice of words.
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Thank you!
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Oh yes, I enjoyed this – obrigada!
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Não há de que! (Thank you, Google)
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Oh, I enjoyed your poem and these images, Margaret!
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Thanks. I thought I’d been taking people to the woods too often, but no complaints so far.
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Oh, definitely not!
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Another beautiful curated collection, evergreen!
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The woods are just the place to be at the moment.
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Magic! Purling streams…. *S wanders off in a wodland reverie…*
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Woodlands are just the places for reveries.
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Wonderful, Margaret. And it looks pleasantly cool. I’m struggling a bit in the heat today, but mustn’t complain 🙂
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Well, it may all be gone by 3.00. It has here. I’ve come back inside 😦
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You make me want to go for a walk in my woods, even though it’s very cold this morning! One of my favorite things to do is walk through the trees and see what’s different from the walk before. Or to take the dog who loves to sniff all the wild animal tracks each day. Or both.
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Properly dressed, the woods are great at any time. And your dog obviously knows that!
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Beautiful – the words and pictures work together perfectly.
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Thank you. The woods have been quite inspiring.
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Lovely, both words and images. I don’t tire of your woodland walks as they lead us through through the seasons.
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This has been a real wake-up for me. I’d been so busy discovering our wider area, I’d neglected the riches outside our own front door.
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That’s easily done. One of the odd bits of positive fallout from the lockdown may be people coming to appreciate aspects of their local environment more than previously – much easier for some than others!
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Yes. I guess we’re both among the lucky ones.
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oh this is so lovely – and I am envious of your woods on your doorstep
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We are so lucky. Yet look at a map of 1890, and so much has disappeared.
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That’s true….scary how urbanisation gets everywhere
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To be fair, there’s not a house in sight. Sheep pasture and wheat fields …
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Love your words and love your photos. I’m happier in open spaces, but I do appreciate a good broadleaf woodland where light can get in. Ludlow’s Mortimer forest was a great place to walk through. Here in West Penwith trees are scarce, but there is a little woodland just down the hill, a bit gloomy for me though.
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I don’t like gloomy forests either, which is why our light-filled woodlands are such a delight. No chance of embarking on your challenge today by the way. It’s blowing half a gale and is as black as anything.
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Oh, dear. Been a bit cooler here today but still warm enough to do some potting up outside wearing a t-shirt. A bit of drizzle now.
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Fabulous photos with beautiful words. Thank you for the walk, Margaret. 💗
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Thanks for coming, Amy!
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Such beautiful woods and your pictures are very atmospheric. In our walks we are currently limited to the neighbouring commercial plantation – a lot better than nothing – but not a patch on natural woodland and forest, so seeing your photos has been extra enjoyable.
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Thank you. Yes, our woodland experiences must be very different.
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Lovely poem with beautiful photos 🙂
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Thank you. The woods are very restful and re-charge my batteries every time.
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Classical English woodland beautifully photographed. You’ve captured their benign quality that is so inviting unlike those Germanic forests of the Grimm Brothers.
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Oh yes. No witches’ cabins here, or Big Bad Wolves.
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Beautiful photos and lovely words 🙂
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Thank you: they’re lovely places.
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It must be wonderful to have a wood to walk in so close to home. We have a few scraps of woodland here but most of them are privately owned and inaccessible
That enormous ancient tree is fabulous! Is it an oak?
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It is. We have some splendid ancient oaks round here. Such treasures.
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Thank you, Margaret.
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