3rd November, we’re heading to Fritton Woods, also called Waveney Forest. This is heathland that in 1950s was put to pine plantation but has now been drastically thinned. So, thermals on, let’s go…
The river is steaming, the water so much warmer than the air above it
A bus ride later… I expect to see a unicorn appear
Yes, deep frost… but only where the sun don’t shine
The sun warms the air and the land and makes everything look shiny new
The mist clears and leaves us with a vivid blue sky
Into the woods where the mist is lingering
A sunny glade, but don’t walk here
Grazing marshes edge the heath to the south and west.
This farmhouse is beyond the marsh, on the far side of River Waveney. It makes my think of Constable (the painter)
The remaining pines… I wonder if they’re pining for their lost siblings
And because I like deciduous trees… truly a silver birch
And left to last, a wonderful surprise. But can you see it?
That’s all folks. Though of course we did encounter LOADSAFUNGI along the way. I’ll show you those on Tuesday