P1640159
A circular walk to meet the Eastern GST Voles at Raven's Heath, Maulden Woods on 24/11/2020 from Maulden Church along the Greensand Ridge Walk noting some of the fungi,lichen and plants on the way. The Voles were in two "bubbles" of six each in proximity to each groupr at TL072383. Some Sycamore regrowth was coppiced for spoon making and Dave cleared a way for the Land Rover to access the bottom land for fence repair purposes. This henceforth will be known as Dave's gap. I met assorted dogs and a pair of horse riders.
.Solitude or Loneliness
Noon in November upon the seat
Upon the ridge, under the pines
The wind roars ceaselessly
Crows occasionally call
The distant sound, a digger reversing
As the boughs above creak
Here I sit wondering how the years
reflect the passing landscape.
Alone, the cool of the wind on my face
Sitting aloof not knowing
Should I feel happy and content
or be that lost lonely soul.
24/11/2020 1pm on a Voles Tuesday
Sat on the carved bench having my Eat Natural
bar contemplating not a lot before
I become sociable again with the voles
P1640159
A circular walk to meet the Eastern GST Voles at Raven's Heath, Maulden Woods on 24/11/2020 from Maulden Church along the Greensand Ridge Walk noting some of the fungi,lichen and plants on the way. The Voles were in two "bubbles" of six each in proximity to each groupr at TL072383. Some Sycamore regrowth was coppiced for spoon making and Dave cleared a way for the Land Rover to access the bottom land for fence repair purposes. This henceforth will be known as Dave's gap. I met assorted dogs and a pair of horse riders.
.Solitude or Loneliness
Noon in November upon the seat
Upon the ridge, under the pines
The wind roars ceaselessly
Crows occasionally call
The distant sound, a digger reversing
As the boughs above creak
Here I sit wondering how the years
reflect the passing landscape.
Alone, the cool of the wind on my face
Sitting aloof not knowing
Should I feel happy and content
or be that lost lonely soul.
24/11/2020 1pm on a Voles Tuesday
Sat on the carved bench having my Eat Natural
bar contemplating not a lot before
I become sociable again with the voles