Woodland Walk

 

Woodland Walk October 2025

Cool, cloudy mornings, neither cold nor warm.

        

Still air and bird song. Quiet paths lead the walker onwards to discover what lies beyond the bend in the path.

        Gilbert drops the ball and waits for it to be thrown again  . . . and again . . . and again.

                                Roxy contemplates the path ahead.

Fungi everywhere

The beginnings of a corduroy road? Or the end? Or just random logs?

 

Another fungus

Trees have to fight for space and light in some places, so grow slim and straight, almost like railings.

A walk is enlivened by the company of a dog or two.

                                     More of 'railings.'

 

                                            Fungus and friends

Retrieving the ball.

 

                                                     Magical.

  

            Roxy retrieves her ball. She and Gilbert each carry their own.