Winter: morning mists and freezing fogs . . . seems a good time to recall our holidays. Here’s a few of the characters I met with back in September with the last of summer’s heat tenaciously clinging . . .
Standing proud alongside a footpath, the deep fissures of this tree’s bark naturally caught my eye
I’m not sure what animal this. Partly cow, partly rhino? Hiding away in a sunless woods
A resident of the Felbrigg Hall estate. The early morning September sun, low in the sky, dapples this tree most delightfully.
Same tree . . . from t’other side. And that same early morning sun rakes the deep grain of this well-weathered monster
A thoroughly anthropomorphic tree. ‘Hands up!’ said the highwayman
A pollarded guardian of the fields. Georgian landowners planted trees excessively, hoping one day to make their fortune from the timber. Alas for them (hip-hip for us) iron was soon to replace timber in shipbuilding
A bowl of a bole found in a woodland at Cromer
I hope you enjoyed this short taste of summer. More photos of the Norfolk countryside can be found at Crispina Kemp on Google+
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