The air today was chilled, you could feel it breathing in and, for the first time this season, puffed it out like snorting dragon; Winter's just around the corner and Jack is staking his claim. Still, it was clean and felt good. Entering the woodland was like entering the woodlands that inhabit so many fairy tales, still, empty and with just an air if foreboding; maybe that's an ancestral memory talking to me, talking of time when winter and its landscapes were foreboding. A lot has changed since we last walked here at the beginning of the Summer when these woods were choked with verdancy. The Ash crowns of Kings Wood are now bare, their fallen leafs combined with the wet ground creating a slippery surface akin to walking on ice. To add to matters, Kings Wood occupies a steep hillside and traveling across such a hillside, devoid of tracks or traction, was somewhat of challenge. Though, we made up amongst the trunks, and with their help made it out onto the down above, where we were afforded the most wonderful views of the Jurassic coast.
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