Wild Colour Almanac

Climbing down from the path, I realised I'd worn the wrong shoes. Too old, too little grip, and entirely not enough support. Sitting down on my bum, I inched my way into the old tin mining gully. I picked the spot that was also full of gorse bushes. Spikes hidden in long grass on too steep a slope. I went slowly and grabbed the grass for support, not the prickly bush. Across the stream at the bottom and back up the other side to the rowan tree. Checking the ground for windfall first is easy with rowan berries. They’re bright...