If one word described the forest this morning, it was... still. I've noticed it before, with it's work almost done the autumn forest takes opportunities to pause as if to savour it's myriad accomplishments. It was doing that today. There's a serenity amongst the stands, little stirred and what did did so with muted grace, there was hardly a sound to be heard. There seemed to be an absence of birds song too and the breeze, as it was, was so slight that even the canopy remained motionless. And to cap it all I wasn't wearing wellies, which meant no rhythmic shlap. The forest was quiet, and Geoff and I moved through the quiet forest in deft silence. It was lovely, quite the meditative roam, and roam we did. Just over 10 miles, from Clay Hill to Mark Ash Wood and back; Geoff's longest walk and every step a joy.
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