In the woods

It's funny how a flurry of words comes over me sometimes. I'm sure my family would tell you I never shut up, but occasionally I just don't really have anything to say here. 

I'm here now though, because I came across these photographs from a few weeks ago when I took a detour on the way to a friend's house and ended up in the woods. 

I do so very much love these woods. This path is an old carriage track which snakes up through the trees. There's a steep bank to the right, and a steep drop to the left, at the bottom of which is a swirling stream and a rocky path. I'm usually cycling, so I take the top path, but the bottom one is magical in the evening sunlight and I really must get up there again soon. 

The day after this cycle trip, I found myself in a different woodland, on foot this time and with Peter in tow. 

This too has a stream, and snakes upwards, albeit far more gently. There are even stepping stones. 

(Gosh, I can't remember when it was warm enough to wear sandals! I'm sat here in a woolly cardigan with a hot water bottle just a couple of weeks after this was taken!)

Even back then though, signs of autumn were starting to emerge. 

I haven't been outside much this week, and these pictures are reminding me that I really should remedy that tomorrow. I've walked to work, of course, but after we gave ourselves food poisoning at the start of the week, we've spent a fair bit of time resting. 

Today has been a pottering sort of a day - a cafe, a bit of a shopping trip, and a visit to see friends. We've tidied up a bit after our enforced rest, and this evening we'll settle down with a film. 

Tomorrow, though, I can feel the outdoors calling again. I'm not planning anything energetic, but a little stroll might not go amiss. Maybe I'll take the rocky path by the stream through the woods.