A Patch of Lichen

I didn't escape the bounds of the garden today, and the view of the moor and the sky was rather dull and grey, so I turned my eye to the available micro-topography.

Our garden wall is a significant boundary, the divide between common land and enclosed land. If you look at it on a map, it's where the northern edge of the city lies, and where the breadth of Rombald's Moor - the open space ringed by Baildon, Bingley, Morton, Keighley, Silsden, Skipton, Addingham, Ilkley, Menston, Burley and Hawksworth - begins.

It's an old gritstone wall, and on old walls things grow. Like Lichen.

beside ~ the treeless moor ~ a yellow forest ~ getting lost ~ at home