I went to the Clent Hills, of course. May all Powers that be bless the National Trust, who saved them for Birmingham.
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| A View From A Clent Hill |
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.
5 comments:
Brought a smile to my face - thanks, Sue!
Glad to return the favour you've so often done for me!
Lovely pics ... and funny ... Must look up Clent Hills. Is Clent a place or a description? Such a hard sounding name, especially when harnessed up with the soft-sounding 'hills' ... like you'd bruise your knuckles on them.
I didn't get time for a walk today, so I loved having this one vicariously :)
Thank you, all. Karen, 'Clent' is the name of a village, so the two hills that rise above it are known collectively as 'the Clent hills' or 'The Clents.' I was walking on Walton Hill, in fact. Its neighbour, topped by a mohawk of trees and a very modern stone circle, is Clent Hill. Both hills are surrounded by farmland, and you can see clear to Wales on a good day.
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