A beech tree felled because of its decayed core is neatly sliced and gives the passer by its last hurrah with a golden red glow, almost the colour of its autumn leaves. I wonder if a local woodturner is going to be a lucky recipient of some of this timber.
The farmers are busy at this time of year
and this one in his tractor was spreading fertilizer while his dog burned up energy covering more distance than him racing up and down the field. The white blossom of the hawthorn trees can be seen scattered over the Lickle Valley, although as the morning was full of heavy showers of rain they don't stand out as much as they do in reality. If I had only taken my walk in what turned out to be a sunny afternoon
like this one was. Tranquil Broughton Towers pond but I didn't sit on the seat for it was more interesting at the waters edge where the tadpoles were in perpetual motion unlike
this piece of machinery which looks to be more greenhouse than tractor.
An entry to ABC Wednesday, a journey through the alphabet, this week sojourning at T
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