boxing day. the weather is mild, overcast, but clouds are gradually breaking. i turn into the forest and slightly uphill, heading towards one of my favourite spots. i pass a few fungi and a small heap of rabbit droppings along the way. by the edge of the forest some daisies still turn their white faces towards where the sun is supposed to be. frost has spared them so far. i hear a buzzard calling but don't see the bird.
a faint shaft of sunlight breaks through the clouds and a reflection catches my eye. there, stuck in the fork of a tree, a glass! and just below, another one. i explore further. an empty bottle of unidentified liquor, a spent firework. there must have been a party last night.
I passed the clearing at the edge of which I had first spotted these glasses a few times this year. The lower glass disappeared from the tree soon after my first spotting but the upper glass remained in the same spot where I had first seen it throughout the year. Fascinating, isn't it! So, yesterday I thought I'd take another photo of said glass as evidence. I wonder if anyone else is aware of its existence and how much longer it can remain there untouched. Time will tell, I reckon.
