Rockford Common in the morning and High Corner Wood and Broomy Inclosure in the afternoon
Tuesday, March 16th, 2010
Moyles Court and Rockford Common in the morning

From the top of the hill at Moyles Court looking down into the sandpit. The overnight frost still remains on the sand.

From the same place, across the woods to a distant Cranborne Chase.

Into the sun, a new view across the old gravel pit after the recent clearance of gorse and birch trees.

Rob’s tree, looking very red with burgeoning buds as spring approaches.

I start the walk along the northern edge of the northern edge of the old gravel pit and look across to Whitefield Plantation on Ibsley Common.

Looking towards Hasley Inclosure….

…and towards Broomy and Holly Hatch Inclosures.

On the edge of a group of pine trees around a couple of small disused gravel pits near Mount Hill, the next generation of Scots Pine trees grow.

Through the pine trees, an unusual view of Whitefield Plantation end on.

Harry’s attention is attracted – I wonder what by…

My attention is attacted by one plane crossing the con-trail of another. I saw one of the planes, and considering that within a couple of minutes both trails were blown by the winds, the other plane can’t have crossed much before. I do hope there was distance vertically!

One of the old gravel pits – now filled with water.

Coloured fungi on a tree stump. This type of fungi always reminds me of sea shells.

The overnight frost has created a delicate layer of ice on the stream in Big Whitemoor Bottom looking like cut glass.

Nearly back to the car now, a view over the woods shows layer upon layer of colour and shade in the misty sunshine.
High Corner Wood, Nices Hill and a corner of Broomy Inclosure
Sadly not many photos owing to the low light.

From the hill above High Corner Wood, Whitefield Plantation again showing what a prominent landmark it is, visible from all directions around.

On Nices Hill an oak and holly tree growing closely together.

A close up of the trunks.

The sun setting amongst swirls of delicate clouds.


As I return through High Corner Wood I come across this little boot sat on a tree stump, I wonder if the little one that was in it had to hop home!