MOSSES AND LICHENS on a dry stone wall.

This little plant (plant?) takes only a couple of square centimetres of space.

 You know that feeling of awe and joy which swells so large in your chest that it blocks your throat and you can't speak? You turn away and the world calms. Then you look back and the same thing happens. This great big bubble fills your breathing space and all you can do is smile and be happy? That happened to me this morning when I paused by a wall, rich in mosses and lichens - and caught sight of this tiny space of red filaments.

It was quite extraordinary, how many types of moss and lichen were there on that wall.

Mostly, when I come across so many things I don't know about, I start searching the internet to find their names. By the time I've found them the month has marched on and I fail to post about them. With mosses and lichens I have reached a stage of release otherwise known as 'giving up'. I will never know what they all are. I will never understand them. I will just marvel and enjoy them.

When photographing these, I didn't move a foot. So in that sense, it's a 'Stuck Foot Post'. But in another it's far short of that. There were so many mosses and lichens on these few square feet of wall, I have not shown them all. I didn't even begin to look at the other plants.

 This wall is not far from the village of Wainstalls in West Yorkshire. It's on the border between moorland and farmland. On one side of the narrow road there's rough grass and little streams. On the other there are sheep grazing in fields with dry stone walls around them - like this one - descending into the comparative lushness of a valley. It's all very steep. And this morning it was almost immersed in mist.

I'd begun higher up. But higher up was completely blanked out. Everything except an occasional small thorn tree had vanished behind whiteness. Oddly, though, I kept thinking I could see tall, bare branched trees ahead. My mind was creating them.

Lichens and mosses on this small piece of wall are packed together; intermingled. Each half stone seems to be a tiny and varied garden.

 Some of the mosses were neat and self-contained. Almost like cactuses.

 Some lichens were spread out like stars.

There were rows of elphin cups.

 And distinct circles.

 Mountain slopes on a minuscule scale.

And stark, exotic, rocky landscapes, all on a wall.

Of course, I would like to know what these lichens and mosses are so I'm hoping some of you will be able to tell me.

And I'll come full circle, returning to the wonderful red filaments which first caught my eye.

All photographs in this post were taken on 9th March 2021

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30 DAYS WILD : DAY 12. SITTING IN THE RAIN AND LOOKING AT A VIEW

Luddenden Valley in the rain.

Yesterday afternoon, after one lot of rain had left and another was encroaching on the valley, I took a flask of coffee and sat and looked at the view.

In real life I could feel the wind. I could smell the air. I could see so much more than you can see with a brief glance at a photo.

The sheep here are fairly prominent but there are also lots of cows and some horses.

Oat's Royd Mill, Ludddenden.

And down in the dip there's a big old mill - Murgatroyd's at Oat's Royd. It was built in 1847 for manufacturing Worsted (a good quality yarn made from the long strands in a wool fleece) and was incredibly successful because it relied on steam for power instead of water. Over time it was expanded and a huge number of people worked there. It closed in 1982 and now houses apartments. What a place to live! *

30 DAYS WILD
Today's Random Act of
Wildness is to
sit and look at the view.

Today's random act of wildness was simply that, sitting and looking at the view and thinking how happy I am to be here.

*Calderdale Council Luddenden Conservation Area Appraisal and Management Plan, 

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