On Cunswick Fell there are plentiful haws on hawthorn, with red arils on yew and holly berries.
The last hazel leaves fall to leave branches thick with green catkins, dormant and ready for winter.
Gamblesmire Lane, such an evocative name. A pastoral landscape opens up. We're watching winter thrush in the tree tops when we hear the first of half a dozen youths on some kind of quad bikes yelling and racing down the track. And in a whoosh our birds fly and are gone
Cunswick Scar is a continuation of Scout Scar, a limestone escarpment but its configuration with the hanging wood is quite different. At first, the wood is half hidden behind a wall - the cliff obscured until you come close to the wall and peer over into the trees. All those hazel thick with catkins. In spring, the tree flowers of the hanging wood are lovely and you learn the trees whilst looking for spring migrants like redstart.