I've not posted any pictures for a while, so I thought I'd share these.
They're from the corner of a field dog-of-small-brain and I cross on our favourite weekday walk. I think they're the remains of oak trees.
It looks to me like a graveyard for some mighty animal's bones.
The wood has been bleached and blasted smooth by the weather, and rotted into weird shapes. This one reminds me of a pterodactyl.
I felt so inspired, I thought a story might follow. But I couldn't get the words 'the bone yard' out of my head, and that's not terribly original. In another month or so, the wood bones will have been swallowed by the undergrowth, but at the moment, I find them so spectacular, I have to stop to have another look, every time we pass. The dog finds this more than a little odd...