It was so still that the quavering hoot of a solitary owl ringing out across the woods sounded quite spooky, while the only other sound was the drip drip from the trees, now pretty well divested of their leaves and throwing shapes like good `uns.
Sunday 25 November 2018
Sunday 25/11/2018
Set off just before nine, the ground sodden after yesterday`s rain but the air crisp, encouraging us to keep up a healthy pace, breathing deep and swinging the arms.....so we didn`t freeze......
It was so still that the quavering hoot of a solitary owl ringing out across the woods sounded quite spooky, while the only other sound was the drip drip from the trees, now pretty well divested of their leaves and throwing shapes like good `uns.
It was so still that the quavering hoot of a solitary owl ringing out across the woods sounded quite spooky, while the only other sound was the drip drip from the trees, now pretty well divested of their leaves and throwing shapes like good `uns.
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