Silver birches, dusky purple grey trees still in their winter clothes. Lichen silver-green grey. Sky clear and cold, last of the winter sun. The air smells clean and bright today, warmth from the sun but still cold in shadow.
At Greator Rocks the recent swaling of the bracken has made a deep rusty black ground. Stubs of bracken appear pewter coloured against the ash, making the granite look unusually warm and yellow. Unburnt stems make a bright loud statement.
The gorse is, of course, still in bloom, grass hay-like and crispy. No signs of new growth yet, but you can feel it coming. I shall return to see the new green shoots against the ash, but I would guess that the rain will wash it away. Why do some stems defy the flames? Just a few stand defiantly, protesting at the loss of their neighbours, the tough brambles barely notice the fire, despite the singeing they seem little affected.
Tracks are clearly visible this time of year, they disappear once the bracken has fully grown and spread its summer green blanket across the slopes.