We’re lucky enough to have plenty of secluded countryside around us, so getting out for a safe and peaceful walk with Bruce is still no problem.
One of our favourite routes is along a footpath bordering the River Derwent. It makes a change from the route we take most days, and there are good views for me and interesting sniffs for Bruce.
Halfway along the path a fallen tree blocks the way. The path is bordered by the river on one side and boggy ground on the other, so there’s no option but to crawl under the fallen trunk. I’m not as flexible as I once was, but Bruce patiently waits as struggle under it making old man noises.
The tree trunk, about as thick as my thigh, is covered with moss. Close up the moss looks like a dark and impenetrable forest, where all sorts of microscopic adventures take place. While Bruce was occupied eating some particularly flavoursome tall grass, I took some macro photographs of the moss: in the background you can see the blurred image of a real tree trunk and the bright blue April sky.
Sadly the were too big to walk through the moss-forest, so I’ll just have to imagine what dangers and pleasures we might have found in our micro wilderness.