When is a bird box not a bird box?

On platform 1 ( of 2) of a little rural train station, in the heart of the Sussex Downs …

… a group of local artists set upon a project to revamp its slightly tired appearance. A host of identical bird boxes were attached to the wall – though not to entice the local bird population to nest, but for something altogether unexpected …

I was among those artists, and it allowed me a germ of an idea …

‘Mystery’ – for that was his name – was placed in the box …

… all but hidden with his thoughts …

And as he watched and waited, he pondered the world …

He was hanging there a month before, along with his mysterious companions, he vanished …

Never to be seen again.

 

 

Of all the fungi in the woods …

Of all the fungi in the woods, I have this total love affair with mushrooms …

… mushrooms of every shapes and colour – they lend themselves perfectly to the other realms …

And in the woods, as the days draw in, they are everywhere …

I just can’t help myself, on a quiet afternoon I just have to go out and play among the mushrooms in the woods …