High light

The sun was low in the sky, and the denser areas of the common were already beyond it's reach by the time Geoff and I went for our afternoon walk. The woodland was already dark and quiet, with the cold quickly rising up through the stands, you could feel it clinging to any exposed skin. Though high in the tall Scots Pines the last rays of the sun still clipped the canopies, illuminating them, the contrast was striking.