Walking in a winter wonderland

I love it when the family come to stay. There are all sorts of gorgeous, funny, poignant moments and happy times that I always regret living so far away that we can’t do this every day. Anyway, yesterday we went for a lovely stroll in Dalby Forest on a perfect Winter’s day. A pale cerulean sky with fluffy white vapour trails belied the Siberian setting as it fell below freezing during the course of our perambulation.

Mysterious mists shroud the valley

Mysterious mists shroud the valley

Aghast at the natural beauty of this landscape, with a deep valley, heavily wooded with lofty trees, packed so densely as to almost obliterate the light, I found myself marvelling at the mysterious panorama. Carved at an improbable gradient, the road snaked through the forest to an attractive visitors centre, looking for all the world like an alpine ski-village, so deep was the hoarfrost on this magical journey.

A glaring white mist thickened as it drew close to the Earth, giving a feeling of descending into a primordial or ice-age swamp as we drove towards the centre, where we found details of a most engaging Gruffalo Nature Trail, perfectly suited to our intention for the trip.

Robin greeted us in his practiced manner

Robin greeted us in his practiced manner

A pair of delightful (European) robins greeted us at the outset of the trail. One hopped onto the wall and posed perfectly – he’s clearly an old hand at this. Portrait captured, he hopped, skipped and jumped from pillar to post, from branch to ledge, guiding us skillfully onto the trail’s start. I was in seventh heaven already.

Striding forth into the world

Striding forth into the world

Watching my small people and my not-so-small-any-more people striding forth into the misty pathway, looking for gruffalo clues and enjoying each other’s company, I felt content. Life is wonderful at times.

Shetland ponies are well suited to cold weather, thankfully!

Shetland ponies are well suited to cold weather, thankfully!

A Yule Log lay in the path

A Yule Log lay in the path

The trees stand watch over the valley

The trees stand watch over the valley

Who's that I can see hiding in the trees?

Who’s that I can see hiding in the trees?

Why, it's The Gruffalo!

Why, it’s The Gruffalo!

This tumbledown shack gives rise to a thousand potential stories...
This tumbledown shack gives rise to a thousand potential stories…
This is what bending over backwards looks like!

This is what bending over backwards looks like!

Looking for the light

Looking for the light

... and at the end of this glorious afternoon, the sun slowly sank into the moor

… and at the end of this glorious afternoon, the sun slowly sank into the moor

I may not get time to compose another post before the old year ends and the new begins, so I’d like to take this opportunity to wish you all a very Happy and Prosperous New Year. For Auld Lang Syne, my friends, for auld lang syne.

See you in 2015!

Thanks for reading once more.

 

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Posted on December 30, 2014, in Art, Communing with Nature, family, Forest, Holidays, Horses, Living a full life, North Yorkshire Moors, Personal, photography, Seasons, Trees, Weather, Yorkshire and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Memories ….. I spent many many hours walking in Darby forest with my Beagle Crumpet. She is buried by the stream in there. I always adored the forest and along with the Moore was our (crumpet and mine) second home! Thanks for the memories!

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