Lichen love

An errand with a drive over the moors gave me a much needed opportunity to get out on my own. I wanted to feel the breeze through my hair, cast my eye over the scenery, breathe in the fresh country air and listen to nothing but the sound of the wind. 

The lichen on this gate looked much like an alien: brightly coloured, strangely textured and curiously placed on the bottom plank (a kneeling-in-the-mud- shot!).