At the moment the forest is a rhapsody to moisture being performed against a backdrop of autumnal hues. It's magical, if not sodden and obstacle strewn, walking, with a glorious feel to it, as if something deep and ethereal is afoot. I could best describe the atmosphere as like wandering through a fairytale, expecting at any moment someone or something to hurry through the stands and the adventure begin. Maybe it was mythagos or something, there was certainly magic about...and, wet, lots of wet.
No comments:
Post a Comment