The Glory of a Missed Turning

I often write about the hidden glories of everyday things we do not always appreciate but every once in a while something quite unusual comes our way, and this was the case in a recent unintended trip I made to a fairly wild and deserted moorland and forest.

It was unintended, because I would never have even been there if I had not missed the turning I meant to take!

As Robert Frost wrote:

“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.”

As I pulled in on a parking area on a bleak moor above Llangollen in Wales, four or five red grouse were picking the way through the short grass. I had never encountered these birds before at such close quarters.

I re-visited the spot a few days and followed the ancient trail of Offa’s Dyke Path marked by slabs of stone to nearby Llandegna Forest.

All was peaceful and I was passed just by the occasional cyclist. Then suddenly a flash of red flew up from the part and perched on a conifer by the side of the track. A crossbill!

This was another first for me. I stood absolutely still as it stayed perching on a branch in the sunshine, feeding every now and then on the cones.

Nature surprises us, and especially, it seemed, in the glory of a missed turning!

The Blue Tit and the Moon

I did not expect to see this beautiful coinciding of a common blue tit with a daytime moon when I headed up Haughmond Hill recently.

February is an unpredictable month for nature in the UK but every time we step outside we are entering a world of beautiful biodiversity.

“It is an illimited field of variety and beauty where you may lose yourself in the multitude of wonder and delights”

Thomas Traherne, Centuries

Today was a day to appreciate “ordinary” beauties – like this female chaffinch.

Puffed up and cold she looks, but also resplendent in her colouring.

But the wonder and delight of the day most definitely belonged to the beautiful blue tit, happily hopping around from twig to twig feeding, and completely oblivious of his heavenly backdrop.

February on the Mynd

The Long Mynd can feel bleak at the best of times, and February is a bleak month, but I was delighted to see a Grey Heron hunting around Wildmoor Pool where I parked.

It was windswept morning, but nothing daunts the ponies who are often to be seen on this quieter side of the Long Mynd.

It can be very peaceful just to wait and watch here in the silence.

We were joined by some ravens…

And then from nowhere, groups of golden plover in speedy, chasing flocks, zoomed overhead and settled in a combined large flock in a field just next to the road.

My lesson this morning; don’t under-estimate The Long Mynd in Feburary!

Enjoying Autumn’s Beauty

Out walking around Dudmaston in Shropshire I met this beautiful group of geese. It’s not such an unusual sight around the River Severn, but the way they were framed by the colours of autumn made more beautiful by the warm afternoon sun made it a lovely moment.

There’s a lot to be said for just being and enjoying the beauty of autumn when we have the opportunity!

Canada Geese, Dudmaston, October 2022

Shropshire Swans

“The swan uplifts his chest, and backward flings
His neck, a varying arch, between his towering wings…
While tender cares and mild domestic loves
With furtive watch pursue her as she moves,
The female with a meeker charm succeeds,
And her brown little-ones around her leads”

from Wordsworth, ‘An Evening Walk’

Not much can be added to Wordsworth’s beautiful lines about swans, except for this photograph of a beautiful swan family, matching much of Wordsworth’s description, recently seen at Atcham.