inspired by w...walking

I passed a wee lad and his mum on their way to school this morning. The lad, no more than five years old, had stopped walking and was looking intently at his fingers trying to arrange them in the shape of a 'w'. His mum realised what he was doing and said, 'w..walking. Clever boy!'

We went walking this afternoon - in a bluebell wood in the Winster valley. It rained heavily in the night so the emarald green of the moss and the deeper green of the dogs mercury contrasted magically with the delicate bluebells. The sun filtered through the newly unfurled leaves on beech, birch and oak. We puzzled over these translucent coppery beech leaves and wondered what the colour would be when they were fully matured.....We will have to return in a few weeks time.