Blown in the woods

We're experiencing the tail end of an anti cyclone or some such and the wind was blowing fiercely today with strong gusts sending the landscape into chaos. On the way out to the woods telegraph poles and trees, all victims of cyclonic winds, laid splintered and smashed, it had been one hell of a wind last night. Walking through the old inclosure of mature Beech and Oak the sound created by the wind through the trees was intense as was the awareness of danger as the tree tops rocked back and forth and branches,large(ish) and small crashed to the ground through a rain of falling leafs. The fallen leafs didn't stay down though, oh no, they were whisked into leaf devil which swirls across the woodland floor. I hastily moved out of the towering trees onto one of the tracks. Across the track a plantation of tightly planted tall slender Larch; with only small clumps of small feathery branches the appeared like grasses or reeds as they swayed vigorously in the gusts of wind. The woods were alive with movement. Made our way out of the woodland down to the swollen stream, now topping it's banks in several places. On the way we must have disturbed a fox eating a pigeon, the pigeon laid freshly caught amongst a flurry of feathers and Norris stared into the nearby woods knowing Mr fox was close at hand; we moved swiftly on and homeward not wanting to spoil a probably much needed dinner.

I'm aware that this blog did not deliver possibly what might have been imagined by its title.