As previously documented, which sounds grand but in truth means I mentioned it once on this blog, I am abysmal at fern identification. I am, however, excellent at fern appreciation. The spores on the underside of this mystery fern caught my eye, a row of which adorn one of the walls at Cliffe.
More welcome sunshine today, an interlude of heavy rain but confined to lunchtime. For once weather timing was perfect. Well except for the fact that I had spent the morning brushcutting bracken and had carefully laid it out to dry before we use it in the too near future as a protective blanket for our tenders. “Don’t worry” Hero reassured me whilst sitting on the sofa gnawing on her ham bone “It’s not rain, it’s just that damp stuff”. Naturally this immediately put my mind at ease.