Woodwalk.

Today I was determined to not work... So we grabbed the sunshine moment and discovered by accident a little wood, called Wraxall Piece...

I say by accident, actually we were looking for a Public Footpath and happened to drive by the sign for this place.

It was lovely, blue sky, sun shining down and through, crunchy paths, lime green moss. And a great big buzzard circling in amongst the trees.

Not much sea to be seen but then I've been at the seaside all week...in my imaginings...

 

A tree or two, deer, and blue.

Took a stroll through the deer park nearby, kind of marking the approach of a new season.

The trees shout the loudest. Some single. Lots old.

A few new. Skinny ones. Gnarled and grumpy ones.

One or two from far away. Three or more in a gang.

And the royal types, aloof, unmoved.

All on a stage, with deer and backdrop of blue.

Jostling clouds pushing and shoving to get to the front.

But the trees win.