I loved the woodland around the old shed I found (see yesterday) on my short walk in Carmarthenshire this week – the density of trees and yet the openness in the winter created a wonderful range of subtle colours, textures and patterns.
The first thing I encountered when starting on my return up the hill, was my own footsteps in the thin snow. The thaw was already in progress at the start of my walk and you can see and hear how fast the snow is melting in the footstep sound clips on Monday’s post – “My Walk this week – First Snow”. It is quite possible that this is not only the first snow but also the last of this winter – we shall just have to wait and see!
There’s a short story there, about meeting your own footsteps coming back, about solitude, about no Man Friday. Evocative pics.
If only I were a creative writer, but I cannot say that is one of my strengths.
I don’t know about that, Alastair: your commentaries often have an elegiaic quality about them — I’m sure you underestimate your literary abilities.
Thanks very much – I used to write poetry when a young man but do not find words so easy to work with these days. Maybe I am too pedantic, which I could not deny lol.