Missing Yew

Well, maybe not yew trees, but definitely pines and silver birch.
Hubby is home safe and sound from his travels, but found nothing to suit.
Today we did a few drive-bys of properties, covering a total distance of some 176 miles. We’re shattered, but so wound up, we needed to relax and sitting in front of the box just wasn’t cutting it.
Maggie has been so good, stuck in the car with us all day apart from a few potty breaks in lay-bys on the main roads, so we decided even though it was quite late, to have an evening walk in the woods before it got too dark.
Hubby says he’s missed the woods.

Having parked in our lay-by, we walked down the first path heading towards the centre where all the trees had been cleared last year.
He pointed to a semi open space and said he could happily pitch a tent there and fall asleep listening to the birds and the breeze in the trees.
single tent
Further on, he picked a spot between two tall silver birch and said he could sling a hammock between them and let the wind rock him to sleep.
He loves these woods. There is just something about them, and the bird song this evening was wonderful, our feathered friends in full chorus as they flitted from tree to tree. Even the crows seemed to be in full harmony, giving the melody a three-dimensional tone from nature’s ‘a capella’ voices.
Maggie got the scent of a rabbit. We saw it hop away out of her peripheral vision, but her tail was wagging, her nose was pinned to the ground and she was in her element as she circled, sectioned and quartered in pursuit.

rabbitShe tracked it to a relatively new burrow entrance, then raising her head,Β  checked to see where we were and put her nose back to the ground, tail going all the time.
She tried to turn, but something was wrong so we told her to stay.
As we approached, I could see that she had become entangled in some rogue brambles. She waited until I could get to her and unravel the thorny creepers from her hind legs, then once free and checked for injury, it was all bounces and pocket nudges, the rabbit forgotten as we rejoined the path.
Passing the Des Res on the inner lower route, we noticed it had been demolished and a more imposing effort was in the process of being erected nearby. In the summer, these debris shelters pop up in various places. We have never seen any evidence of anyone staying in them or any embers from a camp fire nearby though.
We find it a little amusing to see these structures when just around the corner there are brick ruins which would provide more shelter from the elements than branches, twigs and greenery.

outbuildings ruin old hangar

Photographs from official archive

We know these woods quite well. We are confident of following tracks and pathways without fear of getting lost, even in the fading light. There is nothing here to hurt us.
In fact, there was no-one there except us and the dog, and so we were disappointed not to see either deer or any of the bats, even though we were out for over an hour and a half.

plantation at night


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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2 Responses to Missing Yew

  1. Crooked Tracks says:

    That guy in the hammock looks happy πŸ™‚

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