White Bracket Fungus

The Camera Club had an outing planned for this morning but it was cancelled because of the heavy rain. After the events of last night in Paris and because of all the talk about it on radio and TV, I simply had to get out so it became a one person club outing. I walked for almost 3 hours. No gunshots. No bomb blasts. No screams of pain. Just the pitter patter of the raindrops on my umbrella. The creaking of tree branches, the squelch of mud under my boots and the dripping of heaven's tears off the heather and the ferns. I came home tired but a different, refreshed human being far from the spectre of men, machine guns and the madness of a religion which is a throwback to the dark ages.