Birch Supreme

It's fate, or just bad luck, to miss the few sunnier mornings. But how much worse  to be walking in the huge expanses of treeless moors nearby. Birch is a blessing.

Why anyone could be so foolish as to call it a weed (which I've heard said) is beyond understanding. Beside its beauty and its way of marking the seasonal changes it hosts a prodigious amount of wildlife and organisms from the microscopic to the largest native mammal. Most have now lost their leaves at the highest point but wherever there's a bit of shelter we find some autumn coloured birch to match the bracken and bring some consolation; we would not get that on the near Eastern Moors.