Monday, April 18th, 2011
A spring evening walk from Little Linford Inclosure through the peace and tranquility of the far reaches of Pinnick Wood with a very special surprise thrown in!
The path through Little Linford Inclosure looking back towards the gate to Linford Bottom. Everything is green and fresh with the spring flush of birch and beech leaves.
From the top of Little Linford Inclosure I look down into Picket Bottom. The day has been hot and the heat haze has leached the colour out of the trees and bushes.
I head out onto the plain and to Marrowbones Hill where there is a lovely stand of holly trees giving shade from the heat.
Leaving Marrowbones Hill and dropping down to skirt the edge of Pinnick Wood for a while, I go back into the trees and find this tall, straight birch tree with a huge canker about fifteen feet off the ground.
This end of Pinnick Wood is full of huge and majestic beech and oak trees, this is a fine specimen just getting a crown of leaves.
At the top end of Pinnick Wood there is a group of huge birch trees towering above me.
More beech trees coming into acid green leaf.
I’m surrounded by peace, tranquility and the mighty beech trees in this lonely and quiet area.
All of a sudden there is an explosion of sound in the undergrowth. I look round and get the rare sight of a badger behind disappearing around a fallen tree. A wonderful thing to happen, but, unbelieveably, I realise that he hasn’t run far and is peeking at me from underneath the fallen trunk. I have my camera, I have Harry on the lead and amazingly….
…I have a picture of him! Not a good photo, but who cares? I have a photo of a badger!
He didn’t stay around for long and my next shot was empty of stripes, I let him get away a bit and then continue with my walk.
The wonder of the depths of the ancient and ornamental woodland in spring.
An old tree root, just one of nature’s sculptures.
Coming out of the bottom of Pinnick Wood, the late sun shines through the new leaves of the trees turning them to gold.
On the open and green meadows of Green Ford, new growth is tinged with light.
As I walk alongside Great Linford Inclosure, the sun is filtered through the tall trunks of the pine trees.
It casts wonderful colours over the old bracken.
The trees around Linford Brook, this place is magical in the early evening in spring.
The path down to the bridge across the brook.
Back to the car park and Harry ponders a dip in the brook before getting into the car.
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