Evening walk

One of my fave dogwalks is up at the Lightning Tree area. Named it ages ago when I wrongly assumed a big branch had been knocked off by lightning. It was actually due cattle using the branch as a back scratcher. Must have used it a bit too enthusiastically. Farmer told me that. It's up there that he cuts and stacks his logs ready for winter when they're gobbled up by log burning stoves. Interesting that these stoves are now getting the thumbs down in the UK. Apparently the woodsmoke is considered pollution. Wouldn't happen out here in the sparsely populated Creuse region where woodsmoke just disappears into fresh air. Anyways..., the Lightning Tree is a pine, I think. But it might be a fir. Not sure. Don't really know the difference. Looks good in the evening sun though. Really impressive. The sun lights it up with reds and golden yellows.

Bit further on Sprocket Hill comes into view. That's where we sprinkled Sprocket's ashes. Right at the top. He always liked that hill. Hamish is a fan too. We occasionally sit up there and take in the view. Another good viewing spot is just past the Lightning Tree. Sitting under a fir tree, or maybe it's a pine, is good at sundown. But a mole has been at work. Edge of the field has molehills. Farmer apparently isn't having it. Traps have been set.

Sat down there under that tree yesterday eve. Hamish and I. He ogled a distant cow ambling up the field while I watched a vapour trail snake across the clear blue sky. North to south. Where had it been and where was it going? I reckoned Gatwick to Casablanca. Or maybe Oslo to Lagos. Opposite direction to migrating cranes heading back north after their winter break. It's a good spot to spot cranes. None around yesterday though. Maybe they've all headed north already. Then the sun fell below the distant hills. Time to head for home. Fish for tea.