My camera ventured out with me for a short run this morning, I was feeling confident that I might spot some attractive frost patterns in the trees and hills. The thing that stopped me abrubtly however was less… how shall I put it? Less classically beautiful perhaps… less aesthetically pleasing certainly. I had been taking a shortcut through a patch of woodland, when I noticed something incongruous. The ivy floor of the wood looked unusual. On one side of a young beech tree there were ivy leaves thickly flecked with white bird droppings. Great big dollops of them.
On my courses I encourage people to avoid relying too heavily on memorised ‘tricks’ and instead to try to remember principles. This was a good example. There was no ‘bird poo trick’ that I was aware of, but there is a solid principle. Trees like sunlight and their branches like to…
