Our walking group walk today was through the ancient woodlands of Woodhall Dean, situated between the coast at Dunbar and the tail end of the Lammermuir Hills. A glorious place, full of birdsong, wild flowers (particularly bluebells), the sound of water as a stream runs through the bottom of the wooded valley, and the knowledge that we were walking through a place unchanged since about 1750. There are indicators that these woodlands are indeed ancient - sessile oak, wood sorrel, ransoms (wild garlic). Once these wooded areas covered a significant part of the United Kingdom, now they total about 2%. Today's walk was a bit of a peach!
There have been some cracking early morning skies this week. The sunrise has generated a strong rose gold light which has been picked up not only in the clouds but also through the silver-white grasses around the edge of the golf course. I always marvel at the clouds. Constantly changing, formations that have never been seen before, never to be seen again.
















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