The sycamores are the only large trees in the area grazed by sheep, nothing else getting much of a look in when the woolly mowers are there. Personally I find the winter profile of sycamore quite satisfying. The rest of the year is a different thing. The foliage is coarse and quickly gets discoloured. It's in autumn that it fails to compete with the native trees; birch,rowan, beech and oak produce a display of autumn colours but sycamore rarely manages anything other than greys and browns flecked with unsightly black spots.
This land is never as welcoming as the rest of Blacka. Despite its history as a site grazed by sheep hundreds of years ago it has never seemed to naturalise. And the livestock themselves contrive always to look depressing. A good dose of re-wilding would help. The most natural-looking things here are the thorn trees, although some compensation is found when the waxcaps appear in October.
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I think it's wonderful that you've come to appreciate this space, and have taken the time to write it into the world. I like to sift through the blogs in the morning, and it was refreshing to find one that had strayed from the glorification of human and material things. Where exactly is this place?
Blacka Moor is close to the English city of Sheffield, puddles. It may be a kind of countryside you won't find a lot of in the USA.
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