Fishink Walks

For all of you concerned readers who may (or may not be) interested in the trials and tribulations of my house move, it’s now done. Hurrah I gasp. I even did a stint as a white van man on monday to seal the deal !  What’s more I’m alive and my back is still (ouch) intact so double hurrah for that. Just got a house to paint and rent out now… hey ho little steps hey. Proof of me driving the Luton Van (in high winds) and on a nicer note, I loved seeing the sun on my green man yesterday … he wasn’t the only one smiling.

Just got time to post a few snippets from recent walks. One to Dunham Massey where the deer were play ‘rutting’ and locking their antlers in early displays of wanting to be top stag.

Not many of the other deer were interested (as they probably see it happening all day long !) but the sound they made was like knocking two hollow bamboo sticks together. There were definite Wolf Trees around too, here’s one I managed to snap before it skulked away into the darker woods. sneering and quietly mumbling to itself  lol

Another day we did a stretch of the Sandstone Trail. The trail itself stretches for 34 miles/55 kilometres and offers superb, unbroken, and often elevated walking across the still largely green and pleasant English county of Cheshire — from the ancient market town of Frodsham on the broad Mersey estuary, in the north, to Georgian Whitchurch in rural north Shropshire, in the south. We did part of the first section from Frodsham to Manley Common. It was only last week, but there was still snow in parts that the sun hadn’t manage to melt. The light and green lichen on the trees were quite an impressive sight.

I loved this shot of the twisty branches, their shaddows and the red rocks. Did you notice that cave behind them ? I wondered if that’s where those Wolf Trees might live  : )

A lovely sunset too.