I know that it is Malcolm's birthday today and would like to send him all our best wishes for a very happy day.
The forest cloaks me in the full splendour of its autumn’s mantle. The burnished browns, golds and reds of the beeches. The sweet smell of their mast drifting with the falling leaves. The distant tap-tap of a woodpecker. A fallen log, decayed. A haven for fungi, red capped, polka-dotted white, tongues of caramel brown, cream-gilled. A stream rainbow-dances over a gravel bed. Diamonds of water sparkle and flash to vanish with a tinkling gurgle into a thicket of blue-green conifers. Within, a deep bed of pine needles carpet an emerald twilit grotto. Nature’s magic is spellbinding. I stand entranced.