Forests of my Childhood

Today, I am once again looking after my mother, as her carer needed a day off.

I'm still feeling low, and hoped that a long walk during my mother's nap would give me some energy, even on this grey and drizzly day.
But it was a rubbish idea. The woods I know from childhood are mostly dead, after three years of drought. So I've ended up walking through a tree graveyard for an hour.

Maybe coffee and cookies will help...