Spindrift Wynd

At this time of year, the mossy carpet on the west side of the forest is pure lush, a duvet of colour popping green blinged up with dewy drops. Makes you want to lie down on it or go barefoot. I very nearly did. But then I got the herby jerboas (aka, in non- autocorrected language, the heebie jeebies).

Meanwhile, the squirrel nibbled beech nuts are here all year round.