Woods below Nab Scar Welcome rosy-fingered dawn. A warm glow of rainbow colour appears on the horizon. A brief and beautiful sunrise. Welcome after that first week of November with sequential days of mist and murk.
On a chiaroscuro morning of darkness and light the southern shore of Rydal Water is chilly, deep in the shadow of Loughrigg Fell. A faint breath of north wind sends the last leaves showering down from the canopy, to lie upon a thick mulch which gives a scent of autumn decay.
On a chiaroscuro morning of darkness and light the southern shore of Rydal Water is chilly, deep in the shadow of Loughrigg Fell. A faint breath of north wind sends the last leaves showering down from the canopy, to lie upon a thick mulch which gives a scent of autumn decay.
At this season I always listen for winter thrush, for fieldfare and redwing. But there is silence, no geese passing overhead, no ravens, only the calls of a few small birds. Too often these days the woods are silent.
Crossing the footbridge over the outflow of Rydal Water we glimpse the sunlit fells through a screen of woodland trees.
Crossing the footbridge over the outflow of Rydal Water we glimpse the sunlit fells through a screen of woodland trees.
The circuit about Rydal Water and the Coffin Route along its northern shore becomes increasingly popular with walkers. And a track from Rydal Mount skirts north of Nab Scar up to Lord's Crag. Between those two routes, the wild wood and the rock face of Nab Scar traced by this stone wall. The wild wood, not for us, not for walkers. Wildlife needs sanctuary and places like this.
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