Bracket fungus, pinks and owls.

1. From the path I spot a head-sized bright orange bracket fungus on a dead tree. I try to get in for a closer look, but the way is blocked by brambles and holly and rough ground.

2. We bury our noses in the pots of pinks, for their clove scent.

3. Deep in the night -- I can't sleep, but through the open window I can hear owls on the common.

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