Words, words, words. Why don't I simply show you those marvellous pictures?
Home again, I downloaded images from my camera phone. That tell-tale pink across the computer screen spelled disaster. On a day of strong sunlight it's impossible to see the touch-screen unless I stop, take time, be disciplined and check photos as I go. But this is a Ramblers' walk and photography is incidental to its purpose, if not mine. A touch screen is all very well if you can see what you're touching. Selfie-mode is never my intention and I accidentally nudged into it. Not hatching of sunlight and shadow in grass tussocks and heather, not the flogron, but my hand!
Somewhere in my photographic archive I know I could find the flogron if I were to devote the entire day to the search. But that nest in the bare branches was unique unto the season and the light was so special. The images that get away are the perfect ones, of course.
So, my slightly late New Year's resolution is to have camera discipline and check along the way. Meanwhile, a dense fog is descended since that outing to Gurnal Dubs, yesterday and today. The flogron breathes fog, unseen.