Returning from a time in the wood to find my timing was good. I don't take a radio, so quite happy to find any nasty weather has waited until I'm somewhere a tree can't fall on me..I'm sorry to learn about the Glasgow helicopter crash though..
The days were fairly mild here in the South, nights cold(ish) so glad of the 4 season bag, but frost only on 2 nights.
Some of the trees still carried leaves but as I broke camp this morning the wind was increasing and I backpacked out through a veritable leaf storm.
The Braken always interests me, as in the photo above swathes of it die off while nearby some looks almost like Spring growth.
Home for 9 nights.
The little stream needs the winter rains but it's course stays wet even in the driest summer and the banks are home to a good show of Ferns.
My water comes from this ancient man made well. I run it through a good filter and always boil it and so far no ill effects.
( Does anyone know a supplier of gloves with 6 fingers...just asking..)..
Still some fungi appearing..
I like the way this ground fungus has taken to the trees...
Found where the Hawks have their eating place..
I'm not a 'Foodie' at all, no fancy camp cooking. There's about a week+ grub left there in the photo. I buy little packets of croutons in the supermarket and chuck them in the mess tin with a Mugshot and sliced smoked sausage and it makes a kind of pasta feed, or use the ready meals like Wayfarers, and our friend on the tree trunk need not fear me..
The woodland spirits have been playing balancing acts I think..
Soon the light will be gone, then the Tawny Owls will start and it's nice to fall asleep listening to the sounds of the wildwood.