Am I being harsh? Perhaps a little.
My childhood friend, the late Trevor Hold, travelled widely but he wrote:
...it is to that unassuming shire
where I was born that my own spirit flies,
homing to her parks and ancient trees,
the sandstone manor and the weathered spire,
the steady river ambling to the sea.
Wherever I may live, my exiled eyes
Will seek that landscape and those gentle skies.
I, lacking Trevor's poetic vision and sheer humanity, mutter to myself something about silk purses and sows' ears.
Having got that bellyache off my chest (!) there are some local walks that, given good weather, can be very pleasant, and I set out on such a stroll earlier today. My target was Newnham Windmill, a Grade II listed building set at the edge of steep escarpment with lovely views to the west across into Warwickshire. It is farmed by Matthew Moser using environmentally friendly methods in an endeavour to allow wildlife to flourish on this mildly acid land. To some extent he is successful but going by some other farmland in the area he is a voice in the wilderness.
Blackberries were still available for birds, mice and the foxes who will delicately pluck the fruit. Even though Chris and I were gathering them eight or ten weeks ago some of them have yet to ripen.
Some blackberries have yet to ripen. Hedgerow between Daventry and
Newnham. 8 Novermber, 2017
These apples will soon fall and become available to many creatures.
Between Daventry and Newnham. 8 November, 2017
The quantity of fruit left on the hawthorns will eventually attract many
birds including migrants. 8 November, 2017
|A mossy stump bore the fruiting heads of Lycoperdon pyriforme.|
|The surface is only slightly papillose. 8 November, 2017|