Spawn

Red Shoot wood is dank and sodden, it sticks in my mind as one of the dampest places in the forest, not all of the wood, just the area beyond White Hill; here every aspect of the wood is dank, the ground yields easily underfoot, the trees are dark and appear to ooze moisture, even the ponies have a particularly bedraggled appearance.  I'm tiring now of the dampness, essential to the verdant beauty of the forest as it is; the season appears to be moving slowly, more slowly than usual; either that or I'm tiring of getting wet faster.  That said, the forest is still beautiful and a joy to walk through. 

Through Linford bottom runs  Linford Brook, a small waterway, often almost dry during the summer; now though it rushes by.  At one point, where to tributaries join, there are two natural ponds.  The larger of these ponds is filled with frog spawn, more than I've ever seen before.  If only half the frogs survive there'll still be thousands; I'll keep an eye out for that spectacle.