A Day Off...

I've been hard at it, working on the Sterkarm rewrite, working at school events, at indie publishing... Suddenly I felt a strong need to run away into the hills, stretch the legs and get some fresh air.

I went to the Clent Hills, of course. May all Powers that be bless the National Trust, who saved them for Birmingham.

A View From A Clent  Hill

 It wasn't a sunny day, and rather chilly, but the colours were bright...

I've become quite interested in mushrooms and other fungi. They talk to the trees, are some of the largest living organisms on earth, are as much animals as plants, and have symbiotic relationships with oak-trees.You can eat some of them, and others are interestingly poisonous. What's not to like?

It all makes me rather glumly aware of how much there is to know and how little of my ignorance I am even aware of.

On my way back to the car, I decided to take a more adventurous route, straight down a steep wooded slope. So I started into the trees...

However, I'd hardly taken a step under those trees when I saw an elderly couple - both of them grey-haired and well wrapped up - having a snog. So I withdrew discreetly and left them to it. I even restrained from taking photographs.
     But it just goes to prove that while this is in bloom...

 ... kissing is in season.