It's not often dead still on Blacka. It was today. And warm was a better word than mild after you've been walking uphill for ten minutes The woods hang on to colour effects around the beeches with the small trees giving vital diversity.
The tree creeper's not a bird table regular here but is often in the area just keeping a distance.
One of those unshowy quiet birds, but with attractive wing markings.
It was so still one of the deer was struck into a motionless pose as if in sympathy with the conditions. Closest yet to a Thomas Hood day.
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