Genuine scotch mist at seven o`clock this morning, chilly with a mithering wind from the north but in the woods it was still, the trees were bearded with luminscent lichens,
and mosses sat plump and happy in the damp air.
Dripping trees and bird song the musical background to the trek....
...and we were warm by the time we got back but with no sign of the cloud lifting the fire has now been lit.........catkins notwithstanding it`s still very early spring!
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