A very strange few days with storm force winds heavy rain and airport journeys . I was saddened to see a row of old hawthorn trees downed near us! Home to Blackbirds ,wrens and a stopping off place for little owls in the evening and a winter feeding station for redwings and fieldfares They were no danger to anyone Seems so pointless. An brief encounter with a badger nosing around on the road one evening was a highlight !! He soon galloped off into the cemetery !
Listening : Toby Hay “The Gathering”
Out on the edgelands/border with Staffordshire with our great pals Steve and Carole. We explore the stillness of Beresford Dale and Wolfescott Dale. Climbing up the very steep Gypsy Bank we are greeted by fantastic views. Taking a little known trackway we find ourselves at the ancient barrow at Pea Low. After sandwiches and tea we head towards Narrow Dale saddened by the pile of rubbish and a half burned sheep carcass left by the land owner. The ancients left us traces of their history in the landscape to wonder about. We just leave our unwanted detritus. The old trail of Narrowdale greets us .Old Waymarker stones are now incorporated into the walls.Overhead a gang of jackdaws hassle a buzzard.Back at the car park fly fishermen are packing up their tackle. A great day.
Listening : Mark Isham “Tibet”
There is a light drizzle as we set out and the surrounding hills are shrouded in low cloud. This only adds to the atmosphere and place.The breeze is warm and I feel hot under my coat.Two buzzards are worried by carrion crows while a kestrel has no luck finding his lunch. The pastures have been re-seeded since our Spring time walk here. Now the land holds a flock of gulls including a large immature Black Backed gull. I reflect on the fact that years ago the fields here were full of Lapwings and you could watch their chicks in the grass. No Lapwings now sadly.I kind of wish the gulls would clear off back to the coast! The cloud cover clears to the West and the sun peeks through and the land lightens. There are more gulls and a pair of Pied Wagtails at the small mere. We fill our lungs with the fresh air and listen to the wind in the trees.
Listening : Pefkin ” last rays of summer”