You hav'in a larch?

Wet out again today, no rain, missal or drizzle, just wet; wet underfoot, wet shrubs and ferns, the valley bottoms and woodland hung with mist. Walked in the North forest today, in an area of heathland and plantations with stands of wildwood. As we crossed some wet heathland you could hear the busy song of flocks of birds rousting in the wildwood trees that covered the rise we travelled towards. We got closer and the volume increased until we got too close, when the singing stopped abruptly; I wanted it to continue but I understood why it stopped. The grass on the slope of the rise was strangely viscus; it was the type of moorland / heathland grass which is short and made up of as much moss and lichens as grass; it was as if it had a bit of fairy liquid (or for balance any other washing up liquid) on it. Hard to get any traction and was more akin to skating than walking in places. Wierd. Some lovely trees though, all the usual suspects but in different proportions more Yew and Holly in this wood, with big Oaks . Then through the increasingly bare branches of the trees was a blaze of colour, from lime green to orange and everything in between...it was a large stand of Larch, showing their final colours before bedtime. I like the Larch, it has a Monty Python sound to it..Larch! You could also imagine the Prince of Wales in Black Adder 3 saying it. Makes me smile either way...simple things. Anyways, the sun soon dispersed the earlier mists to leave a lovely day; just what was wanted.