Monday, 15 November 2010

Stag in the mist

Damp mist hangs amongst the mature stands of Brinken Wood and the adjacent heather cloaked shade. The ground, now rapidly becoming sodden, is wet under foot with standing water filling every hollow or low patch, seasonal ponds refreshed; both shade and woodland are criss crossed by gently flowing shallow gullies feeding nearby brooks. All sounds are muffled, the woods are quiet, still, throughout the woodland groups of Deer move gracefully as they graze, occasionally pausing to survey their surrounds for dangers. Suddenly, the Sun is exposed by the retreating clouds; the unleashed heat quickly begins to burn off the mists; it's sure to return at dusk to reclaim the land, but for now the day takes on a welcomed warm glow.

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