Originally Posted by
Struan Gray
I'm bedded in now, and past all that. Instead I'm looking for just the right light to hit the witchhazel flowering in the railway underpass. I'm hoping for another berry year on the whitebeams and rowans so I can go hunting waxwings with LF. And I see holes in the fabric of the town where I know there should be elms and grubbed out salix. I know the significance of a new bicycle parked outside the house with the lovely patterns of mould on the harling.
That dog rose bush has always been one of my favourites. I love the way each year's shoots strike out in a new angle, all in parallel and wearing the season's new colour. Michael you were right, I had to wait three years until the wren did not nest there, but the rabbits were less pernickety and tolerated my tripod without apparent concern.