Our Deep Dark Wood

The end of the escarpment that leads down to the village has the lane running through a delightfully deep wood, a tunnel of trees.  I had lacked a blip until returning home so I stopped on the hill and used the view looking back up the hill to the light.

I thought for a moment that one fog light was broken, but then remembered that it was the adaptive headlights, "steering" into the turn.  I'm not sure how effective it is, but I love such gadgets . . .