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WInd chill was significant on this day and streamers of high cloud converged on the sun. A couple of raven called and a song thrush sang.
I'm still enchanted by a couple of scarlet elf cup fungi that appear in fine fronds of moss on a limestone outcrop, all that Story Homes have left of a wildlife corridor up on Brigsteer Road.