Cascade

Not more than a couple of feet from the spring discovered recently is another presently disgorging a cascade down the slope into the dyke.


There's something reassuringly mysterious about the way that water bursts out from the ground like this leaving you trying to imagine the cavities below where it gathers before saturation leads it to pour out.


This year the fieldfares seem to have made Blacka their home to an extent not seen before. There's a constant series of restless short flights usually circling above the woodland followed by watchful periods in the tops of birch trees.