12th November 2020
Today was a day to head out and get some fresh air. This month we have a lockdown that isn't like the first one. I've seen many businesses still open. Yet certain sectors have had to close, like small independants, cafes, restaurants, pubs, and keep fit venues. It's all rather confusing. Anyway I headed out to Beeston Castle area.

There were more walkers out than I've previously seen along a particular lane. Usually it's basically the odd one or two, whereas today there were the odd groups of twos and threes. This area gives a good view of Beeston castle over the open fields.
At this time of year its walls are more visible now that the trees are shedding their leaves. Never before have I seen this view having so much browns in the foreground. Whether because I've not been here at the right time or perhaps there is a difference in the weather causing them to stay around a bit longer.

I can smell the scent of dampness and earthy mustiness all around me. There is a wall on the opposite side, where old gnarled trees with thick trunks stand. Above the slightly younger ones hold the steep banks in place with their long winding roots deep within the soil.
The occasional evergreen holly bush, with its ripened berries passing the bright red flush of their youth, nestle by the wall. With the deciduous varieties, hanging on to the remnants of their orange and brown attire. Most of which lies along the roadside, slowly disintegrating as tyres press them against the surface of the tarmac.

A small stone gateway appears, its age obscured by the green lichen covering its contours. Beyond a flight of steps barely discernable for the layers of vegetation that have formed over time. I wonder what did it lead up to? A house, or a more insignificant building. There again who would build a property on such a steep slope? Perhaps they lead up to the very top. I doubt there will be an answer - for time has obliterated all.