That was the question, to put it into context it was pouring with rain, cats and dogs, stair rods, absolutely chucking it down. Sounds like a recipe for staying at home, but that would be too easy. GO.
Kinclaven bluebell wood was the destination, it would at least offer a little shelter, little indeed. I walked a circuit of the wood with birdsong as my companion, followed by a sudden loud bang every now and then that made me jump. I thought it was something getting blasted with a shotgun, rabbit, hare, pheasant; but apparently after a chat with with a woodland trust chap it was some device for scarring birds off the adjacent fields.
It was coffee time so I coward under a tree on my little portable stool or my portable rock as I call it, umbrella clenched between my knees as I tried to pour coffee from my flask of hot coffee and prevent my croissant from diving off my left knee and on to the muddy ground. A difficult balancing act.
During my vigil two ladies jogged past, we exchanged greetings, a short while later and two cups of coffee they passed again with no let up in the downpour. They later passed by walking as there was a lull in the rain and I stood up, armed with my camera they commented ‘ You a very patient man’, they didn’t know the half of it. Sitting there in the chilly, draughty, rain for too long and my back was killing me.
Still, I slowly launched into action together with another circuit of the wood not expecting much but was reasonably pleased with my captures.
Here are the images…
Should you stay or should you go? I say go, odds are against success but you just never know.