Dr Yool: Braving the moisture of the North West
Dr Yool: A reminder in our holiday home of who isn't with us
Dr Yool: A spot of Wordsworth pilgrimage to his old gaff, Dove Cottage. Subsequently, apparently, home to Thomas De Quincey, friend of Wordsworth and noted fan of opium.
Dr Yool: In memorium, William Wordsworth
Dr Yool: An official warning for Red Squirrels to slow down - apparently they're terrible racers around here
Dr Yool: A good climate for moss
Dr Yool: A *great* climate for baby frogs
Dr Yool: The Ascent of Carole and Alex
Dr Yool: Teresa May was wrong - there is a Magic Money Tree!
Dr Yool: We never turn down visiting a country church
Dr Yool: Jelly fungus takes hold
Dr Yool: Meriel reflects
Dr Yool: Who's that clip-clopping over *my* bridge?
Dr Yool: A nicely roaring weir
Dr Yool: A god-daughter-sized tree hollow
Dr Yool: ... It also fits more seasoned walkers
Dr Yool: What 14 km / 9.3 miles looks like
Dr Yool: Sporophyte generation
Dr Yool: State of Decay
Dr Yool: Pteridophytes in focus
Dr Yool: Early hike eagerness
Dr Yool: First over the stile
Dr Yool: Stile number two
Dr Yool: Eyed suspiciously by the locals
Dr Yool: Tarn through the trees
Dr Yool: We're going the other way
Dr Yool: Not going this way either
Dr Yool: Bountiful bryophytes
Dr Yool: Not posed at all
Dr Yool: Spore liberation