On a calm October morning the sun illuminates the limestone cliff where it rises sheer from a scree buttress, a focal point. Trees are outlined against the distant fells. Curves and kinks of the cliff-edge give shifting perspectives along your way.
There's a rich red glow of berries fringing the wood and I'm eager to see what birds might come to feast on them. A bright day, calm and mild. I heard a single mistlethrush and a few corvids. The only other sound of birds was the alarm call of pheasants and gunshots shoot down in Honeybee Wood. Perhaps the weather has been too mild to bring in fieldfare and redwing. Perhaps it's species loss. It's some years since I found large flocks of fieldfare and redwing here.