Closing in on 10am. Low signal, red brick churches, birds in tall old beeches.The sound of ones own steps on rocks and stones. Long shadows. Bright snow. Still heading further north.
Along the way. The trees and their stories.
Out there. The scent of rain. The mood of chasing ghosts.
2pm and out of forests again. Feet in water, with and without shoes. The sea is cold but calm today. Still somewhere in between cities and a wilderness that has much space left to itself here.
Woodland cathedral.