22nd November 2018

The rain spit from the heavens as I moved slowly between the glistening trees. The saturated moss gave gently under my boots as I negotiated windfall branches. Not a breath of wind blew. The hum of bypass traffic, travelled through the trees, background beat to bird song and the drip rhythm of the rain. The deer darted into the distance, paused a moment to watch me, then continued into the depths of the wood.