A dull few days with the odd bright spot
Sunday, February 7th, 2010
A morning walk from Abbotswell car park
I stopped on the wonderfully named Buddle Hill to look out over the Avon valley. This is the nearest we get to cloud inversions in Hampshire!
At the Abbotswell car park now, looking out over a rather misty Latchmore Bottom.
On the edge of the car park the Millenium Monument with view indicator. My little camera can’t cope with that level of depth of field!
Looking down towards Ogdens, one of the many Forest upland bogs. We are apparently only one of two places in England that have these, along with the Lake District.
A fallen birch tree. Looking apparently healthy, so I guess the wind is responsible for this one.
Looking back up the steep path to the car. I decided at this point to walk the long way round to the car park. That was
nearly a very bad decision, if I’d looked a little harder I’d have noticed that I’d left my headlights on. Luckily, the battery wasn’t drained!
On the way home, I noticed some of the locals waiting for the pub to open!.
6th February – A non-descript day, but a surprising sunset
An inauspicious start to the sunset.
Robin Hood’s clump – a disc barrow – the setting sun burnt out behind it.
That’s more like it – a lovely setting sun.
Zooming in on the sun before it disappears, it’s massive now with pretty clouds across it’s face.
7th February – a lovely sunrise and a walk to Dur Hill Inclosure – or rather what’s left of it – late morning. Dur Hill was intersected by the old railway that ran from Brockenhurst to Ringwood.
While feeding my horse, the sun rose quite black and white, behind a veil of cloud. Almost as huge as when it set the night before.
Zoomed out a little – still no colour.
Home now and the mist has gathered creating this rather weird light behind the trees across the field. It lasted only moments and then all was grey.
One of the ponds by the disused railway line, a breeze prevents a perfect reflection.
A little further on and a large puddle and a lone Scot’s Pine provide a much nicer reflection.
On the edge of Crane’s moor a wooded hill. This always looks unnatural to me, but isn’t marked as a tumulus on the map. An iron age hillfort, Castle Hill, is close by
so maybe I’m not too far off…?
The bridge across the disused railway.
Looking west along the disused railway, nothing more than a long straight bog now.
Looking east from the same spot on the railway bridge.
All over the forest you’ll see these pounds that are used during the Autumn pony round ups known as drifts.
The ponies are driven down to the pound and then one by one wormed, branded if young, their tails are cut to denote dues paid and
then allowed to go back to the wild.
When I first came to the Forest 24 years ago, this inclosure was wall to wall trees, recent clearance has left it very open.
Zooming in on the Smugglers Road at Vales Moor.
Zooming in on Verely Hill. Lovey Warne used to stand on this hill wearing a bright red cape to warn approaching smugglers that the authorities were close.
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