Great Huntley Bank

It continues to rain and the forest continues to absorb all the water dropped on it; swelling and softening, almost at saturation point, a firm dry footfall is a rare find indeed. Throughout the woods lay fallen leviathans, victims of high winds and in the case of Beech notoriously shallow roots; although, in some places it appears more than a mere isolated case of physics and more like a post combat battle ground. In a glade in Great Huntley Bank the sight is more akin to a terrible battle; a battle between Earth bound trees and airborne elements, it would appear that the trees won as they still hold the ground, but at some cost. The trunks of fallen trees, victims of combat, lay heaped upon one another throughout the place; the woods bear testament to the power of both stand and gale. Events probably took place a decade or two ago and it never ceases to amaze me the endurance of these recumbent behemoths, retaining a precence in the woodland long after the sap has stopped rising.