Tuesday 5th January 2016
As there was some promise of sunshine this morning I took Max out to Badbury Rings for our walk. The weather wasn’t bad when we got there and we soon made the acquaintance of Golden Retriever, Monty.
As usual we headed up the hill to the north of the rings that leads to the old oak wood.
As you can see we had blue skies. There was some cloud around though, as this shot, looking west towards Hemsworth, shows.
We continued on up the muddy track where we met a walker coming the other way.
After that we skirted round the side of the old oak wood. You can’t walk through it as the trees that fall are left to rot, although I noticed today that the National Trust are clearing it out a bit. Anyway, the path round the wood was somewhat wet and muddy, to say the least.
We walked on round and then turned south towards the Rings again, walking through King Down Farm and on up the hill. At the top of the hill we turned east into High Wood, which was also very wet in places. I also don’t understand why the National Trust have cleared all of the bracken and brambles in the centre of the wood, as in the summer it is usually home to loads of butterflies. Anyway, as we walked round I took this photo of fungi growing on an old tree stump.
And here’s another one, a bit further on, of fungi and moss.
At about this time we had a very short shower of rain, which enabled me to take this photo of raindrops on a honeysuckle shoot.
We came out of the woods after struggling through the mud, and then turned back towards Badbury Rings. Along the edge of the woods there were lots of hazel catkins.
When we got back to the Rings I was wondering which route to take, and then realised that the skies were black to the south but the sun was starting to shine through, so that decided me. It enabled me to take a whole series of photos of the sun breaking through the clouds. When you see a scene like this you can understand how ancient peoples thought that there god(s) were talking to them from on high.
And here is a panorama of the same scene.
How lucky was I?
As we came home via Wimborne I stopped off by the River Stour, which is currently in flood.
And finally for today, in the early afternoon the postman knocked on our door to say a blackbird had flown into our front window and had knocked itself out. It quickly recovered but refused to move.
I popped a washing basket over it to protect it from the neighbours’ cats, and then left it to recover. After about half an hour I removed the basket but kept an eye on it, and I’m pleased to say it eventually flew away.
A year ago today
Max and I met the Exmoor ponies on Upton Heath.