Despite the proximity of Bennachie we didn`t climb up. The top was shrouded in cloud for most of the day so we walked through the surrounding woods instead. Streams swollen by snow-melt tumbled noisily down the mountainside but deeper into the woods sounds were muted. The damp air and gloomy light emphasized the strange luminosity of the lichens and mosses. No wonder stories set in woods and forests often involve mystery, magic or something sinister,even woods like these with their wide,shale-covered paths and proliferation of signposts. Glance off those neat paths:tangled undergrowth, fungi-encrusted stumps, dark shadows, scamperings and rustlings. Could be anything in there.
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