By the Scout Scar trig point, I remembered the ash intertwined with holly where I'd found Tremella mesentrica a couple of weeks ago. There has been rain during the week and the fungus responds to hydration. The ridge was gloomy and I could only see the fungus because I knew it was there.
Walking down the dip slope, I remembered the gorse where I've found it previously and went to look. The joy of yellow brain fungus is the bright splash of colour in January and February. Wow! The dead wood flowers with beautiful petals of jelly. I know this spot intimately. On the cover of Cumbrian Contrasts there's a beautiful photograph of a wheatear I took here. And of a juvenile cuckoo being fed by its tiny foster parent. Last spring I took lovely photographs of linnet. Soon, they'll return here to breed. So will the lesser redpoll. My mission this spring is to improve on my lesser redpoll images. There's a short window of opportunity, when the birds return and before the trees are in leaf. Lesser redpoll are nervous birds and they don't pose for photographs, so I have to be canny.