Sunday 24.11.2019

A dreich day, damp air and soggy ground. Nevertheless, we squelched around the woods which had its own particular beauty on a day like this: tiny glass baubles decorating the trees; lustrous lichen; reflections caught in puddles and the last few leaves just hanging on.

Mist draped across the hills in the distance, rendering everything slightly our of focus, and the still air sent the raucous cries of the crows and sudden distinctive alarm calls of disturbed blackbirds echoing around and over the trees. As we turned for home it grew greyer and greyer, turning the woods into a place of mystery, shadows playing tricks on the eyes. A deer ventured out from the trees to graze but soon turned tail when it realised it wasn`t alone. Magical.