Swithland woods

Our Sunday dog walk- Swithland woods: magical, mystical, breathtakingly quiet and enough life and oxygen to charge us up for the week ahead. As we strolled around for a couple of blissful hours, I collected fallen holly leaves to press for my handmade Christmas cards and Ferny and Mia gathered acorns, which were literally dropping from the great oaks above us, to feed the orphaned squirrel who visits our garden every day.