Back into the dene on one of my now regular walks, often accompanied by good friends too. Tramping through the mud, discovering new places, new myths and, of course, taking one or two photographs along the way. Admittedly most of them were of ferns. I am fascinated by them. Can’t you tell. They are so mysterious, so delicate, so pretty. And they are everywhere. One day when us humans are all gone the world will be covered by them. How wonderful would that be? Only I won’t be around to take any photographs, but maybe I’ll be buried under one and then my spirit can live on, through the fern. What glory? To live on in Nature. The end of the road. What a fitting end.