You know it must be cold out when the fringes of higher reaches of the forests' streams remain frosted well into the day. The forest streams are a favourite roam of ours, I particularly enjoy wandering their wilder head waters. This morning it was the Smoky Hole section of Bratley Water, thicket flanked, boggy and wild, walking these upper stretches of stream always feels like walking back into the wild wood.
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