Evening light in a beautiful Oak, Dundon wood, Somerset
The evening light was golden and hazy, and I was drawn to explore a secret path that led up ivy-covered steps, in-between trees, full of character and undergrowth. The amazing, magical light filtered sideways through the wood, and at almost every step I could have stopped to photograph. Thick ivy hugged the Sycamore, Oak, Pine, Beech, and soon the path led me through an understorey of bluebells, growing in profusion on the steep hillside.
It seemed a very magical, mystical place as I wandered, eventually arriving at the top of the hill for a view across the hazy Somerset landscape.
…and finally, a brief quote from my ‘new’ favourite writer: