Girls Also Need Sticks

This morning I almost completed my draft of tomorrow’s scheduled post.

This afternoon Jackie drove me to Rans Wood where I walked for 35 minutes. The wood lies at the end of Furzey Lodge which is a continuation of Furzey Lane near Beaulieu.

First we needed to negotiate our way through the narrow lodge lane which was blocked by a group of self-appointed equine guardians including a foal.

Passing a landscape viewed from the entrance to the car park I reproduced a number of woodland scenes.

Watching cyclists struggling up the slope I descended gave me an idea of the effort I would require on the ascent, but in the event it wasn’t too arduous.

Some bicyclists paused to chat with walkers, as did

this mother forced to carry her daughter’s stick. I told her I had only yesterday been debating (with Jackie) whether or not it was only boys who needed sticks with which to bash and poke things. Apparently not.

Other pedestrians caught my eye along the way;

it was the gleeful sounds of children which led me to one friendly family group with whom I chatted before they set off back up the path.

A dry ditch runs alongside the slope. Without this diversion I would not have seen the dregs of the stream that it would no doubt feed in wetter periods.

In addition to those happy cries, subdued chirping of birds, the faint thuds of early acorns thumping the turf, and the gentle soughing of the wind in the trees produced a potential symphony requiring a more competent musician than I to compose.

This evening we dined on Jackie’s spicy pasta arrabbiata with which she drank Hoegaarden and I drank more of the Montepulciano.

Published by derrickjknight

I am a septuagenarian enjoying rambling physically and photographing what I see, and rambling in my head as memories are triggered. I also ramble through a lifetime's photographs

80 thoughts on “Girls Also Need Sticks

  1. While I always enjoy your photographs, I particularly like the leaves caught in a spider web. I am also pleased that you managed to complete a fairly lengthy walk in such a beautiful and cheerful environment.

  2. That was a successful outing Derrick! I also find on many days, the enjoyment of a longish walk is enhanced by the cheerful meetings and greetings of fellow wanderers. Not so yesterday when our outing was accompanied by a violent nor’wester that almost blew myself and dog over the edge of the cliff. That was exhilarating!

  3. As a child, this girl lived over the road from woodland, it was our playground all of us in our little gang, boys and girls managed to find and carry sticks.

    1. I was in the car park when this little girl arrived with her stick, she was worried that her stick would not fit in the family’s little car, and asked her parents what could they do if her stick was too long? I think I could guess the answer to that!

      1. We moved when I was right, but my brother and I soon found another woodland just five minutes away. Thank you, Derrick

  4. I was clicking through your photos from the woodlands scenes Derrick, and I was fascinated by your intriguing photo of ‘Leaves caught in web’….

  5. The highlight of today’s post is this sentence: “I told her I had only yesterday been debating (with Jackie) whether or not it was only boys who needed sticks with which to bash and poke things.” A delightful turn of phrase!

  6. The wood looks hypnotic as ever. Some of those tree portraits and the cobwebbed trunks are fantastic, sending me down the memory lane when each weird looking tree invited me to clamber over itself and my escapades were recorded on my trousers in no uncertain terms by irremovale scripts of the cobwebs. No wonder the folks are drawn to the woods for rest and relaxation.

    As for girls also needing sticks, I can assure with a certain confidence that they do!

    1. Thanks very much, Uma. My mother made my first pair of long trousers and I ripped them climbing a tree on the first day. As or the sticks – that was my view, too πŸ™‚

  7. I still like sticks and have a collection, though they are more like staffs. I don’t usually bash things, though recently I got very mad and bashed some big sticks with other sticks. I had forgotten that. But I now remember that I hurt my arms. Most of my sticks are for walking. Those are nice looking ponies and woodlands. And I really like the web with leaves.

  8. I enjoyed the photos from your day, Derrick and Jackie! I can see hints of leaves yellowing in the trees there. Along with falling acorns, a sure sign autumn is not far off now.

  9. Beautiful photos, Derrick!
    As a girl, I was a tomboy…keeping up with my three brothers…often outshining them. πŸ˜‰
    (My four sisters were girly-girls, not me. πŸ™‚ )
    Sticks, yes.
    Rocks, yes…often in my pants pockets.
    But the girly side of me had to sit and enjoy the wildflowers for a bit while my brothers trudged on ahead. Then I’d run to catch up.
    (((HUGS))) πŸ™‚

  10. Girls definitely need sticks, too–though my girls would probably have collected them, named them, and made them into the stick family. 😏 Your photos are beautiful, but so is your prose. I was struck by your penultimate paragraph.

  11. A good walkabout and pictures to show us–a pretty area.
    Funny about sticks–my husband has an absolute addiction to them, picks them up all the time. He owns a couple of very nice staffs but no, it has to be yet another stick! Could write a whole post about his collections…

  12. Nature’s symphonies are usually the best. I find the black and white photography quite dramatic. The lack of colour adds a lot of intensity to the landscapes.

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