Tuesday, 26 October 2010


The forest is grey and damp, rain, carried on brisk winds which strain the younger trees, lashes the land; stronger gusts of wind ruffle the fading ferns and create a cacophony of sound and motion amongst the older stands. Through Vinney Ridge the surface of Black Water, now flowing with renewed vigor, is peppered with the sploosh sploosh of large drops falling through the canopy. Dampness is the theme of the day.

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