First thing yesterday though I wanted to replace the not so functional bird feeders that I mentioned in my previous post with the one that I er ahem haggled such a reasonable bargain on. The reason why it was such a bargain was that one of its four perches were missing so this morning remembering that I had a knackered Niger seed feeder in the shed so repairs were made, the feeder filled n hung and sparrows were seen feeding on it already, although the little buggers flew off before I managed to get a picture!
|The bright green perch donated by the Niger seed feeder.|
But apart from a few humdrum tasks....the clipping of not walked enough doggie nails, chopping kindling, sorting out what's for tea (battered Haddock and homemade wedges with some mixed greens) and a myriad of phone calls including organising a physiotherapist appointment for me knees, letting the grind know I'll be back off the sick come Sunday and bollocking the bank for another cock up on me contents insurance nothing more was accomplished in the morning.
I was a tad more prepared for the walk this time, only a tad as I still have not found my walking boots in the pile of boxes that hold most of my possessions but some 'out there' gear was to be found....
|The fir cones were collected on the walk...|
So I was able to ..... ditch the 'not fit for purpose' coat, replacing it with my long lost 'Jack Pyke' shooting coat which also had my 'Glacier gloves' in it's pockets (toasty), also able to ditch the jeans for a more comfortable pair of army surplus trousers, my 'Harris Tweed' cap was found, and to finally cap it off (sorry) a knapsack was also found. Oh yes nearly forgot...I even took me little 'Fujifilm' camera too.
According to the display in 'flat cap car' the temperature was a positively barmy 0.5 of a degree as we trundled into the car park at Nercys forest once again. Perhaps not cold enough to freeze the balls of a brass monkey but it felt bloody close to it! But at least this time I was far better equipped than on our last jaunt, both clothing wise and mentally.
So we set off up the main path and already a difference in Nelly was apparent, she was more confident this time and scouted much further ahead than the last but she always happily came back to me when called. I have admit to have been very apprehensive about letting her off the lead as I believe that she has had none to little walking in her two short years and certainly has not had this type of 'off the beaten track' exercise before. She's just been a kennel dog for the sole purpose of breeding. I find this a tad sad that she's not been able to stretch her stumpy little legs before now.
Bear on the other hand was no different than usual and you would swear that there had been no gap in her 'out there' exploits. Within just five bloody minutes she was to be found up to her old tricks.....
Where as Nelly, bless her stumpy legs, skirts around the slightest hint of water but unfortunately, despite her good intentions and because of her stumpy ickle legs her underside still got absolutely plastered in crap by the end of the walk.
|Nelly taking the dry way...|
The woods were certainly cold and unusually the temperature didn't feel any warmer once in the cover of the trees. I put this down to the mist that was lurking around, not heavy but perhaps enough to keep us chilled. Another thing that I attributed to the weak mist was the silence. The only sound to be heard was my heavy footfall on the frozen snow and the scampering of the terrible twosome. I have not known Nercys to be this quite before as there is usually some bird song to be heard, but even the trees were silent with no wind to carry their voices as they watched us pass by, have to admit that it was a more than a little bit eerie and added a certain nervousness to the walk.
For a change I was happy to pass from the cover of the trees and head back towards the carpark along the main trail once more. Even with some distance to go we'd already doubled the previous walk and my knees had only just started really slowing me down with pain and dull aches. As we made our way along the path we came across a possible reason for the silence of the trees...
I know that Nercwys forest is a managed forest, planted in the sixties replacing open moorland with non-native trees but I was surprised to see how much timber was felled this time. The trail was edged for over half a mile with these ten foot stacks of trees! Perhaps I'm being whimsical, but perhaps the forest was in mourning for such a loss?
|Something about wood that makes me touch it...|
As we approached the car park my pace had slowed down to a crawl yet even so I was still enjoying the walk and watching the capers of Bear n Nelly who'd taken the opportunity of the slower pace to play hide and seek with one another and the first bird call was to be heard, the shrill alarm call of a Blackbird they'd managed to spring....
We finally got home as the light was failing but as knackered as I was there were still chores to be done...Light the fire, get tea on the go but firstly...
|Nelly becomes suddenly camera shy!|
....bath these two little filthy buggers and untangle a mass of debris from Bears ears! I hope that you've enjoyed this as much as we enjoyed the walk, 'till the next time take care,