The green wood

A disappointing trip to the west Pennines near Bolton this afternoon. We did not get out of the car.

So a quick trip on our return around our local nature reserve before it closed. Everything very quiet. It’s one of the reasons that July has never been my favourite month. No birdsong, birds hiding as they moult, a feeling of summers lease coming to an end, with autumn not really here yet.

This ash is one of my favourite trees on the reserve. It leans back to show its canopy to good effect