Red Shoot Wood

Throughout the lower parts of the forest, woodland tracks are, more often than not, little more than quagmire, frequently pitted with boot sucking pockets of deceptively deep and sticky mud; they have become less than practical.  The answer, make your own track as the land allowed, though the going is slow. All is quiet and nothing stirs as you move amongst the stands. With focused listening the occasional snippet of bird song can be heard, but always at a distance.  Then all of a sudden, previously well camouflaged, a group of 7 or 8 stags break cover noisily at our approach and disappear quickly in several directions. The forest is always full of surprises.