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Shoulder high bracken has bolted the park Bluebells left for dust from a standing start A score of rainless scorching sun days Where edgeless blue meets early May haze Full thumb sized hornets and curious queen bees Idle this still morning’s sun kissed diocese – at South West, England

Planes peel back this midsummer morn, the tear in air rolls away to the north for the birds to fill with patience and a scorch of June sun. Bracken now runs over head high drowning all but the foxgloves, sentinels in a sea of green fronds. The air is humid and ripe, the turn of – at South West, England

Early walkers Jackdaw hawkers Humid haze Bone dry baize Purple sheen on grasslings’ fronds Clatter of bug wing above and beyond #Dunster #exmoor #Somerset – at South West, England

"First nubs of buds bless the frond tips sap is soon to be summoned and the birch geyser within her skeletal forms of feather and broom be filled with light and leaf and spring will gush forth and raise this landlocked reef" #Dunster #Exmoor @talesartplay #SevenFables

"A thrill of birdsong washes my wander surfacing through the morning noise, fresher, stronger than the thicket of thoughts slowly flotsam sorted spun away through the chirrup and deliciously distorted" #Dunster #Exmoor @talesartplay #SevenFables

"Trail, biscuit dry crying for winter rains Sky dark and snow laden Birds ready for the spring maiden Trees patient in winter pause All sap in the root Awaiting the calling Steady for now as feathers shall be falling" #Dunster #Exmoor @talesartplay #SevenFables

"The village path opened again today, after spilling the under heart of every upstream pan Derelictions of duty by the water board man, again The trail is awash with wraiths and grey ghosts The doings and flushing’s from higher…" #Dunster #Exmoor @talesartplay #SevenFables

"Stirrups of bird song begin my tramp The deep freeze looses its grip And the crust of frozen mud oozes back into slip And perhaps a corner has rounded the season today Up and out of this winter rut Still a long climb from here…" #Dunster #Exmoor @talesartplay #SevenFables

"Dawn light and the frost glitters in the first blush Braids of ice still streak the trail Grass, dusted hard, all brittle crisp to the foot Mud, basalt solid, keeping casts of foot and hoof fossil from the week before Contrails slit…" #Dunster #Exmoor @talesartplay #Advent

"The lip of the river was clipped last night The flotsam tideline sits yards over her heels and all the flesh of the gravel path has been scoured, seared and peeled Every trail I walk is spilling, joyful and gushing All stretches…" #Dunster #Exmoor @talesartplay #Advent

"Wolf moon watches in wane Over deer park fields all swollen with rains I tread the folds of deer park tracks The cross cut ascents and the slurred stumbles back" #Dunster #Exmoor @talesartplay #Advent

"The river Avil rages to my west Full with sea fever from her banks to her crests Dyed with the red irons and oxides of the vale She gnashes at her modest restrains ripe to loose the flail" #Dunster #Exmoor @talesartplay #Advent

"January one, and Dunster deer park is calm The rains have blown out and blustered up a balm The winter-born becks all fork wet tongues after the rains Befuddling my bearings and leading me astray I wonder if the year to come will be…" #Dunster #Exmoor @talesartplay #Advent

"The forest is fooling me this morn, as the trail turns and bracken spools away either side of this muddy cut. The crumbling wet ferns are all dark and restless from recent snow, rare in these parts. Surges of copper rust bank away,…" #Dunster #Exmoor @talesartplay #Advent

"Past the stir of mud and lichen fingered copse Past the pimpled lawn hummocks of anthill hopscotch Past the fading ash trees and dormant primrose grove Over glistening worm stools and ponies all grass at nose Past briar thickets…" #Dunster #Exmoor @talesartplay #Advent

"25th December and all this years advents are set Gentle rain dimples the trail as I tramp again through the wet My faithful Fable sniffles and squirrel runs As our footsteps raise to greet this days sun Now the shower has passed…" #Dunster #Exmoor @talesartplay #Advent