Ferns have been our most impressive and consistent plant-companion so far, and this image shows some fronds and some shadows. My favourite fern this week has been the ubiquitous bracken. Can you call to remembrance that sweet-musty-honey-vibrant tang whose warmth emanates and envelops you, as you push through over-the-head-height passageways of bracken on cliff paths or the sides of a mountain? It reminds me of childhood Welsh camping holidays and, very distantly, of my favourite ever Granny Mac who lived with Grandpa in a Lyme Regis bungalow called "Bracken" (for predictable reasons), way back in the 1970s.
Such familiarity breeds not contempt but satisfaction and thankfulness.
20 miles. Very sore feet.