crystalline light in the brilliant sunshine today, sharpening my photos. a doubled deer hoof-print, maybe a sika, one of a series in the mud along the trampled edge of the field.


and spectacular winter trees against the sky – this is my midwinter beech, multiple smooth grey arms reaching upward;


a tall oak near it, shrouded in ivy.


there are clumps of primroses waiting to flower in the edge of the wood; the first two flowers were not yet open, just slim tubes of pale yellow. soon the dog violets will be out in Clip Street, and in my garden.

these beech branches are still holding onto the rags of leaves, in spite of being exposed to all the winds, as the tree stands in a hedge, and its branches lean away from the prevailing North-Westerlies.