Hollywood

I noticed a knoll I hadn't appreciated before, out amidst the heath, a mound of green, furnished with shiny dark green topped Holly trees. The green mound shone in the dull hues of the wintering heathers and last seasons ferns, soft and verdant, a mix of tough, short grasses and mosses, carpeting the floor of the Holly knoll; Holly trees, grey and waxy in complexion, some with a rusty tinge, formed a regal crown. Around it, a moat of bog, cotton grasses, sedges, a few reeds and the multicoloured sponginess which is sphagnum moss; the ground yielded easily when trodden on, at one point I put a foot wrong, not paying attention to the signs and found myself, one foot on a tussock and one foot on, what can only be compared too, the skin on custard. This sphagnum covered custard skin extended for several meters, a threatening obstacle; it's easy to become complaisant, in a place that appears tamed, yet still harbours elements of mystery and wilderness. As for the knoll, I'll visit again when the spring sun is shining; it felt a good place for a sit down.