My little family and I went on a gloriously gloomy walk up at Chailey Common, Sussex. We saw lots of burrows and mole hills and an excellent man-made hide, and we walked through the kind of mud that squelches and tries to claim you. I find it inspiring to find life blooming in places, even in deepest winter. *Joy Division plays.*
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It will take me approx. four weeks to even get round to maybe starting the process of cleaning them. |
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If you think I resisted singing Wuthering Heights, you do not know me at all. |
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Blooming shrooms that look like pencil shavings. Also, the moss seemed neon IRL. |
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I bet there's an app for tree identification. |
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Such delicate flowers in the sunshine-iest yellow, and yet those black spikes were such utter bastards. |
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Quite a big'un. Definitely been googling what animal it might have belonged to. Might tweet Chris Packham as I'm still not sure. |
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Withered ferns. Still poppin'. |
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He *insists* I walk at least three meteres behind him and never speak unless directly addressed. |
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PEEP! |
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Trying to imagine a happy family, or maybe some scouts making this, and not a serial killer. |
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Would a real photographer have flicked off the rabbit poo? |
So that was Sunday. Managed an enormous veggie roast as well, but did conk out at about 8PM. Why don't humans hibernate? Where is the crowd-funded petition for 7 and a half months of uninterrupted sleep? Links in the comment section, guys.