Willington Woods

 

The signpost points to Red Lane and as I approached it

a comma butterfly settled down in from of me opening and closing its wings before flying off

I walked into the woods on its broad path lined with ivy clad trees. The birds were singing and bees buzzing

spring is on the move

and 

some take the high road

some the low.  Turkeytail fungi forming a beautiful pattern while getting down to its true purpose, decomposing fallen trees. No need to hurry all things pass slowly here.

Back to open blue skies and another beautiful spring day.  I did think of calling in for an ice cream on the coast road but Roy's Ices had an enormously long queue of folk spending a leisurely day on the shores of Morecambe Bay.  Well at least no decision had to be made of what flavour to choose.