Rust and rustling
September’s mix of rain and sun have seen me seeking shelter in the forest even more than usual. Over the last couple of weeks, the bracken has turned rusty, crispy edges spreading red towards the stem. The floor is littered with burnt out pairs of pine needles and the cores of cones, expertly stripped by squirrel paws. The squirrels themselves are slow to move off the paths, preoccupied with nuts… Read More »Rust and rustling