t r e e s

i walked around Blenheim for the first time in ages on Sunday: vast sky, fat sun, big cool breeze, pairs of lambs snugglng close to mum, the green grass riffled by the wind and smelling of sheep wee, very pregnant ewes moving slowly and tentatively. bucolic spring.

and the trees. hundreds of tall, mature trees in leaf, with the sunlight filtering/dappling/slanting/dazzling through the fresh growth. so much accessible beauty on a privately owned estate. dozens of pheasants in amongst the trunks.

on the way back, i camerphoned these big red buggers. the colour's a bit false, but they really are a very warm coppery red (copper beeches?)



lovely.