Dense fog enveloped the streets outside, and the early morning trip to Watling Wood was made slowly and with headlights. Darkness almost didn’t clear, the sky remaining blue with early morning cloud cover. The trees and grasses dripped, cobwebs glistened in the low light, deer flashed past in the undergrowth, too quick to be captured on camera. The fog separated the landscape into disintegrating layers, plants and trees in almost silhouette enshrouded in grey. Other than the distant main road traffic floating over the stillness, the wood was silent.