Woodswalking

[bunn]

Hot, hot weather.  We walked along the river in the shade, and when I looked at my photos afterwards, I was disturbed to discover this gentleman.    I thought I was just photographing a crumbling old mineworking, but I appear to have inadvertently photographed an angry satyr.



There was a lot of mad dashing about after rabbits and squirrels.


I felt a bit guilty about this, because really Rosie should be out there learning social skills, not racing around with just Brythen chasing squirrels in the secret woods where we never meet anyone. But it was very easy and relaxing and beautiful.


A random enginehouse - this is the space where there was once a waterwheel.  The mines are probably one reason why the secret woods are empty. They look like they are thousands of years old, but in fact, they are barely over a hundred years;  This mine closed in 1908

We were there for some hours, and by the time we were heading home the Big Puppy was hot and tired.  Madam Roo, however, could quite happily have done it all over again.  She has so much stamina!

Comments

[philmophlegm.livejournal.com]

I think the satyr looks rather like Rolf Harris. Which, depending upon the outcome of the trial, may or may not be appropriate.

[wellinghall.livejournal.com]

That was almost satirical.