An Old Man Writes

I'm looking at the world through eyes half a century old. I'm also hearing the world through ears half a century old. And so on. In fact all of me is fifty today. Deeply scary. I never really wanted to grow up, let alone grow old. But there you are.

Defying the weather forecast (which mentioned everything but locusts later in the afternoon) we went out to Dalby Forest for the day. After a drive through the lovely countryside we happen to have around here, we found a quiet spot and set off around the Bridestones. And I took the biggish camera, and loads of pictures.

A walk in the woods

The edge of a stone

View from the top

A "Bridestone"

Flowers and stream

Woods

Geese arrivals

Flowers of some kind

Comments

[Phil Cluff]

Happy Birthday Rob :-) I hope your summer is going OK.