seems to be a bit wayward in appearing here, it's grey today, but warm.
Good growing weather.
We take an evening walk through the valley. There's a varied song from
a sedge warbler on the Strands, the rushy field between
the river and the canal. In a previous diary I said this reminded me of
'the patter of a stand-up comic with a bit of this and a bit of that'.
On an old log - the remains of a rustic bench - by the towpath there's
a sulphur yellow patch of slime fungus. It has the texture
of cauliflower (when I point it out to friends the next day it has dried
up and turned ashy grey).
Richard Bell, email@example.com