The recent spring light and old autumn leaves have brought some inspiration whilst in the New Forest.
The stars produced the Earth and she in turn created us. Now through our eyes, the stars may look back and see their own beauty. Humans are at the peak of consciousness but we must not forget where we came from. Our memories and the life lived by those before us are as valuable as the present moment. In the wise words of Howies.. these are the days, they always were.
The winter of 2011 deserved a visit to my Dad's fishing lakes in Huntley (Forest of Dean). The weather was surprisingly mild and the light created some excellent reflections upon the still water. Many hours of my childhood were spent exploring the lakes and I feel that much of my appreciation of nature came from this peaceful place.
Beside St. Catherine's Hill lies Twyford Down on which the Kings of Wessex were crowned and where the 'donga's, an 8000 year old system of ancient traders' trackways used to meet. Twyford Down was unforgivably destroyed when the M3 was cut straight through it's chalk core. What is left of the dongas still demonstrate dramatic beauty as the light falls across it's steep gulley.
In Manor Farm Country Park there hides... giant Parasol Mushrooms.
The height and cap diameter of a mature specimen may both reach 40 cm, a size truly impressive for the fruiting body of an agaric. The stipe is relatively thin and reaches full height before the cap has expanded. The stipe is very fibrous in texture which garners it inedible. The surface is characteristically wrapped in a snakeskin-like pattern of scaly growths.