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!
























