This is Docksey Pool, which is on top of The Roaches in North Staffordshire. It is said to be bottomless. It’s a very curious place.
I was out walking over the Staffordshire Moorlands, and as I arrived at a trig point (the highest part of that area of land), I found Mick, a very nice man with a passion for amateur radio. He was telling me he could communicate with people in Australia and New Zealand from up there. Currently he was tuned into Japan. What a nice life.. out in the hills on a sunny day communicating with people in far flung places (without using a computer!).
This is an area that volunteers and staff from National Trust have been coppicing over the last few months. The area is known as a PAWS (Plantation on Ancient Woodland Sites). By this it means softwood has been planted for financial reasons, changing the makeup of the wood. Much of the softwood has now been felled with the aim of returning the site to a native woodland. The area in this picture is hazel coppice. The idea is to cut an area each year, so you end up with different areas for different wildlife. The area has been fenced to stop deer eating the new hazel shoots. This time last year, you would have been lucky to see any sky from where this picture was taken.
This is the state of the sensor on my D7000. I’ve noticed a few spots on some photos which I’ve had to touch up… but this is how bad it really is. In fact I’ve previously posted a picture and thought it was down to the lens – clearly not. I have no intention of doing it myself, so need to find somewhere to get it done. I guess the clever thing about film is that you get a nice clean “sensor” for every picture.
Every Monday I’m out in the woodyard making firewood. Eventually it might get cold in the UK and more people will buy it. Not at the moment though. Tomorrow is due to be the warmest Halloween on record. I digress. Every Monday this little chap appears (or there’s more than one and they all look the same).
This is Foxbury in the New Forest. This used to be a softwood plantation, but now the timber has been extracted and the National Trust are returning it to heathland. There is some planting of hardwood going on, and a constant battle against the invasive rhododendron, but with an army of volunteers (of which I am one) we are slowly and surely getting there.