roaming the wilds of south west Surrey
This one is for my step-dad, who grew up in Kinver, where these photos were taken.
The rock houses are dwellings hewn from sandstone rock, inhabited from 1770 until the 1950s. They have since been restored by the National Trust and are open to the public. We had dogs with us so didn’t go inside, but had a lovely walk up to Kinver Edge, with panoramic views over the surrounding counties. Kinver itself is very beautiful, with lots of traditional small shops and historical buildings. I wonder how much it’s changed since Kevin roamed there as a boy?
The descent from Kinver Edge was particularly beautiful… broadleaved woodland, big sandstone boulders carved with hundreds of pairs of initials over the years, ferns and mosses growing in the green gloom, a lush and lovely place.
Attracted by the cheeping sound, I peered into a hole in a tree trunk (scarily low down – easy for predators to access) and could vaguely make out four little heads. A flash photo shows a couple of eager little beaks agape for anything the parent might bring back. I didn’t linger long, as the parent blue tit was hovering anxiously about and came straight to the nest as soon as I moved away.