The heathland at Heathlake
An ode, in 100-story format, to one of my favourite walking spots, especially in late summer and autumn
A single wooden bench overlooks a small patch of lush heathland. Nestled between the white trunks of the silver birch trees, it is canopied by achingly-green late summer leaves.
The sandy border of the heathland is peppered with flashes of yellow-ochre lichens thriving on the decaying woody material underfoot and golden bracken, as it dies back for winter.
Yet, late summer abundance blossoms in the dense mosaic of dark-green stands of bracken keeps company with purple flowering heathers, the woody stems of the cheerful calluna vulgaris packed with clusters of tiny rough, textured leaves and constellations of delicate bell-shaped buds.
A 100-word story inspired by Free Writing Fridays and the images I took on a recent walk there.
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