Night Life (On Woodland Fungi) Consider, on walk through woodland fair; Beneath your feet, another realm’s lair. Mat of twisted tendril, all out of sight. Yet, as fall of sun bringeth night; Up rise forms in sound so mute. Pleated golden bodies to spread its fruit.
Mellow romantic landscape in the Elan valley, with .. Soft autumn light & mist over Penygarreg and surrounding woodlands.