Another Sunday and another tramp across the moor and down into the, not so hidden, valleys. Damp under foot, mizzle in the air, rivers in full flood and the mossy tree trunks in magnificent saturated green.
Hoar Oak Water Fall
The fishing lodge
Oak spagetti
Big boys wondering why we’re not watching the Sunday afternoon football.
Peaty waters off the top
Thank you.
Fujifilm.
Posted in: Exmoor, The Essential Contentment of Futile Wanderings
esterspears 
Posted on February 4, 2024
0