I'd been to the gym and fed the crows so I thought I'd have a little exploration. This patch of woodland is right next to a not so nice estate on the north west of the town. It's pretty wild and it doesn't seem used all that much.
I heard a lot of birds - all the usual suspects including a buzzard, a great spotted woodpecker and a song thrush. I saw many birds too.
One tree by the road looked ancient - a sycamore I'd think of about 300 years at least.
Inside the wood there were oaks, ashes, beech and cherry.
Yes, that last one is dead. There was a fallen cherry too - and a lot of other fallen trees.
It was sort of strange and utterly unmanaged.
This is what a wood is like with no big herbivores, I guess.
But it was rather enchanting.
Until you came to the signs of humans. I forebore photographing the cans and crisp packets. But this is evocative.
And this... a sycamore scarred by fire.
So you went exploring :-) Which is the ancient sycamore - the upper left? Those last two photos would make good poetry prompts ...