A walk along the River Severn in Ironbridge, just a dozen or so miles from home, proved a lovely way to enjoy a frosty Sunday morn. the gorge here is so deep that the sun’s rays barely manage to peep over the top meaning unusual lighting and taking photos shooting into the sun. I only had my smart phone camera to hand so the glares across pictures were a revelation.
Very little wildlife shared the gorge with us, mallards and mute swans on the water and a buzzard hunting along the opposite bank floating slowly and gracefully through the tree tops . But we had been treated to a wonderful view of a bright rustic-coloured fox slowly crossing the road just in front of the car. This was no urban fox – the fox shown obsessively on TV programmes – all scraggy, bones showing and dull coloured – no, this was the real thing.
The frost was just showing signs of melting away forming sparkling droplets of water on the bankside vegetation.
With which sophisticated, interesting and good-looking people did you go on this walk?
We didn’t go with any sophisticated, interesting or good-looking people. We went with Jo, Rob, Jamie and Sam.
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dear rambler, You have upset our local foxes. I am sitting on our bed on another beautiful frosty morning watching a very bushy tailed fox sunning itself two gardens down. They are spoilt around here and disgustingly healthy. The birds are spoilt too but a greater stotted woodpecker visited for the first time last week : we’ve only ever seen it, and the green, on distant trees before.
I took photos of our cornus- must send them to you.
Recieved first entry to my Christmas card colouring comp. today : the other one hasn’t flooded in yet. – graham