Maybe I should be writing of weighty matters.
*thinks hard for a bit*
Nope, can't think of anything weighty.
Here, then is a celebration of wildness. We went off to Wales to hunt the Giant Hogweed, yesterday.
We also looked at a ruined castle, buried in the woods. The sunken track running up to the keep was lined by an avenue of ancient and dying trees, some of which had fallen across the track impeding our progress. Younger trees were growing out of the masonry. It was a good ruin. Very ruinous. It's nice to know that there are still ruined castles buried in woods.
And then we went swimming in the Monnow, just here at Skenfrith. It was cold and deep.
...and we ran out of time and failed to hunt down the Giant Hogweed. That can wait for another time.
*shhhh* wildness is weighty, isn't it?