Forest Walk

A beautiful morning walk through the woods surrounding our little lodge. Despite the continuous birdsong, I manage only distant sightings of the songsters, and the presence of a buzzard soaring overhead probably does little to encourage them out of the deepest tangled branches. Still, the sky’s a magical blue, and the March sunshine warm enough to walk without a coat. 

Soon, the weather closes in and rain replaces sun. No matter as the time is spent with my sister’s family, celebrating her visit hime from Spain; another of those joyous times - good company, great food, and rather too much wine! 

Despite the blue sky, today I’ve gone with sunlit catkins caught bright against the forest shadows.