We are living in turbulent times – climatically and politically. We wonder when things are going to settle down, when life will become quieter in every respect. How long do we have to wait for that?
Now more than ever we need to get out and walk – walk amongst the trees and along footpaths and green lanes.
Here, where the mosses are a vibrant green and the paths are carpeted with leaves that glisten after the rain – russet, red, gold – jewels of the forest, the air is filled with scents that send us searching for late season fungi. No purple blewits to be found this week though.
The burns are becoming rushing torrents and only as we turn away into the wood do we experience the quieter peaceful sound of the rain steadily dripping from the branches.
A small flock of jays are disturbed by our presence and fly off calling loudly; guardians of the wood objecting to the rudeness of intruders.