Through the Mists

Through The Mists


I was greeted by a wall of white and orange as I opened my front door this morning. A thick mist, barely letting the golden leaves of autumn through its deep, pale, layers. Ponderously walking the busy main road, that separates my home from the open fields, cars and lorries loomed out at me like behemoths from a graphic novel. The old church yard stood, pooled in mist, a visage straight from a horror film, but a day late for children's adventures, trick or treating, on Halloween.


The Old Church Yard in Mist
The Old Church Yard in Mist

Sounds usually recognisable took on a more sinister tone; the cries of gulls eerie in their reverence, the croak of corvids, more human than bird, bleat of the sheep like cries of a child. The thickening mist managing to mask the more familiar sounds of human existence.

There is nothing like mist to give you the feeling of loneliness. Stood, lost from sight, in its ethereal cloak you could have wandered away from civilisation and be truly alone.

Stump in the Mist
Stump in the Mist

Stump in the Mist 2
Stump in the Mist 2


Through the Mists


Along the rivers path ghosts of birds appear out of the ether, dark shapes of Mallard swimming the muddy waters, pale white Egrets stalking the rivers banks, Black Headed Gulls dipping to feed from the moving surface as the follow the waters course, every one of them a pale reflection of themselves as the shroud of mist hides them from view.

River Ouse in the Mist
River Ouse in the Mist


The golden browns and reds of the autumn hedge rows turn grey in the hazy light, filtering through the foggy air, hidden within small flocks of birds lurk, avoiding sight but not hearing; Reed Buntings chipping away to each other, and occasionally breaking cover, offering flashes of white outer tail as the move along the foliage; Long-tailed Tits whistling to communicate with others in their small parties as they forage the bushes for food; The alarm call of Robins as they voraciously defend their territory from unseen foes.

Through The Mists
Through The Mists
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Nature Reserves


From beyond the nature reserve the sound of an angry, braying bull cuts through the silence, as out of the trees burst forth a party of Wood Pigeon, filling the air with loud claps of their wings, 4, 5, 6 taking to flight as a slate grey Sparrowhawk dashes through in hot pursuit, before abandoning this quarry and slowly drifting off high into the mists above.

As I walk through the wild flower meadow, now drab and brown in the decaying colours of autumn, the air is filled with the sounds of winter thrushes, Meadow Pipits and Goldfinch as they fly through or take to the skies at the approach of my foot steps, all remain tantalisingly unseen in the slowly lifting mists.

Misty Morning
Misty Morning


The blanket of fog still clung to the lakes as I arrived at the Floodplain Forest Nature Reserve. Three little egrets could be heard at first, then seen, as they fought constantly, each trying to dominate the fish filled inlets. Above me the metallic call of a passing Yellowhammer stirred memories of years gone by when these small yellow buntings were not so scarce.

Floodplain Forest Nature Reserve Shrouded in Mist
Floodplain Forest Nature Reserve Shrouded in Mist

Little Egrets Fighting
Little Egrets Fighting


Disaffected Youth


Approaching the Farm Hide, closed currently due to the mindless actions of bored and disaffected youth, Goldfinch twittered away on the wire fence, joined by the rusty orange of a male Stonechat. On the wet scrub in front of the hide Grey and Pied Wagtail squabbled over the rich pickings, while Meadow Pipits dropped into the tall plants, disappearing as soon as they landed. A Wren popped up behind me trilling in alarm as cacophony of sounds drags me back from my anger at the vandals.

Wren on Fence post
Wren on Fence post

Stonechat (female)
Stonechat (female)


The path between hides is alive with birds and each, slow, movement I make sends waves of finch or thrush high into the air; Flashes of rufous as Redwings abandon the berry crop; hints of warm honey and grey, as Fieldfare dash off chacking their annoyance at my presence.

Reaching the Viaduct Hide a Kingfisher startles from the muddy banks taking with it swathes of Wigeon whistling in panic, disturbed by my arrival. My quest for a seat is once again thwarted by vandals as this hide is also closed to the public, locked doors preventing my entrance. My mind wanders to what causes the actions of these mindless fools, is it being dragged up through this time of Tory cutbacks and austerity? Can we really lay the blame only at the feet of those responsible or must these harsh times of youth centre closures and media fear mongering take some blame too?

Black-headed Gull in Flight
Black-headed Gull in Flight

Cormorants at the Floodplain Forest
Cormorants at the Floodplain Forest

Common Snipe
Common Snipe


Turning to retrace my steps the mists begin to slowly be replaced by persistent, light drizzle, the drips from the now soaking autumn leaves forming the background music to my walk home.

Cattle
Cattle

Misty Church
Misty Church

View From Below the Church
View From Below the Church

View From the Church
View From the Church

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12 comments:

  1. Beautifully written and you're an incredible photographer!

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    1. Aw thanks :) I try my best, glad you liked it

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  2. I like a misty morning-so atmospheric-especially the graveyard! Such stunning photos, just such a shame you couldn't take a seat in the damaged hides to enjoy the view :-) #chasingnature

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    1. There is something special about mist, I love how it masks sounds so you can enjoy nature without quite so much human interference.

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  3. Nicely done both in words and pictures... I spent yesterday morning peering through the mist at Sandwich trying to separate Jack Snipe from Common in quite thick mist which became thick smoke when a farmer decided it was a good time to burn off a field... gave up but did managed to see a Jack Snipe clearly for about a minute.

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    1. That reminds me I should have been looking through the Snipe for a Jack, there was one last week (which I missed).

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  4. The way you write is so descriptive! It's wonderful. I genuinely think you'd be brilliant at writing a novel!
    I absolutely love your photos as well. I don't like the mist very much, because it looks so scary and creepy! Haha!
    Thanks so much for joining in with #ChasingNature :) x

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    1. I only sign up for #ChasingNature as I get comments like these :) Thank you so much.

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  5. Another beautifully worded post. Each week I look forward to see what adventure you have been on and to see the stunning description along with the beautiful photographs. This was very fitting with it being Halloween. Very spooky! Are you in Instagram? We also run a #ChasingNature Instagram community and would love to see your images linked up. They are just so beautiful. Thank you again for sharing such a wonderful post with us. Kelly

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    1. Thank you as ever :) I'll have to try and remember the Instagram thing, I am indeed on there.

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  6. Great capture of both birds and the atmospheric misty autumnal walk, Ashley.
    [Mark - halfwayhike.com]

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    1. Thank you Mark, I appreciate the kind words.

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