A walk in the woods as the Sun is sinking low . The birds are quieting down for the day as they have had their fill of the woodland gossip .Only the cawing of the crows disturbs the calm as they take their positions in the barren branches for the night time roost that lies ahead .
Theres is always a magic to be had when one takes a solitary wander in the woods . I’d wager to say that if I were a modern day gadget, sleek , slim and pocket sized ....I’d reckon that as I took my peace in these here woods a little neon light would radiate from me indicating to all that I was ....” Recharging “ !
Sláinte. GJ .
Seven deer woods , Bearsden
