Feb 2016
Anticipation of still uplands
Old sheepfolds dot the valleys stage
Conifers cram close down aisles of firebreak
Mist slips as the dancers final veil
Away from Maiden Paps
Vast air strung with silence
Then from the dusk plantations eye
A buzzard screams
Old sheepfolds dot the valleys stage
Conifers cram close down aisles of firebreak
Mist slips as the dancers final veil
Away from Maiden Paps
Vast air strung with silence
Then from the dusk plantations eye
A buzzard screams
Shankendsheils is a remote spot a little further along the B6399 road heading north. I sat one late afternoon and watched a buzzard circle its flight on the edge of a conifer plantation from its eyrie on an old tree stump below me. The bird patrolled, circled, calling . As forboding for the forest as an impending air strike.
