Winter trees, with their elegance, intricacy and strength, almost make up for the loss of summer flowers, especially on a frosty morning or when silhouetted against a bruised sky. OK, so we're all missing the warmth, but November has its highlights.
My photos never do the beauty of the moon justice, but at least you can see the lovely shape of these ash trees (left), once part of a laid hedge, but now mature trees in their own right. The snap below it is the oak housing the owl box in the reserve, with the moor grass aglow in the winter sunshine. Then there's one of my favourite oaks, with its beautifully rounded canopy catching the first sunshine on a frosty morning. My last tree pic is a quirky one, looking out from the far end of the reserve over farmland and trees on an old hedge bank. I'll be snapping some more over
the coming months - I hope I'll soon be on personal terms with all our trees!