Leanne and I went for a day out.
We started in Blacka Moor. Much of this is wooded and I thought how odd that I have visited Blackaton, Blacktor and now this one.
In some ways it was similar: primarily broadleaf with a lot of moss and lichen. Another green world.
Some of the trees were magical. Mystical fantasy beings!
I love the fallen birch shooting up from its root ball - and that thick thick moss!
I found an oak that suited my pathetic climbing abilities.
Such beauty!
We walked out of the wood onto the hills, and had our lunch resting against a rock out of the wind. The wood had protected us - up there the wind was so strong that it was almost unpleasant. We decided to return to Blacka Moor - especially as Leanne had read that you can always see deer there. So, we were deer-stalking... through trees, across moor, over bogs, through scrub... no idea where the deer were.
I was praying, "King Stag! King Stag! Please - Leanne so wants to see you!"
No dice.
After an hour or so we gave up. Just before we got to the car, we met a woman walking her dog and I asked about deer.
"Oh, I always see them," she said. "I'm surprised you haven't."
We set off. Half a mile along the road, Leanne braked and swerved into a layby.
"Deer!"
Yes, and King Stag himself.
What a treat to hear more about your adventure and see what you saw -- including The Stag!!! Love the photos of the trees and especially the mounds of moss. Very wise of you not to climb too high in that tree 😉 xx