Oak Leaf

I picked up this oak leaf in Sherwood Forest today; it didn't look quite like this but it was red, unusual for this time of year. The forest has many oak trees of varying ages; the part I was in was very wild and very beautiful. I didn't see another person in four hours, not even Robin Hood. I guess he was off in Leicester or Yorkshire or wherever it is he's supposed to come from these days. Mind you, to a girl brought up on tales of Finn McCool, Brian Boru and Lir - not to mention the Flight of the Earls of Ulster - Robin Hood is a bit on the tame side.