November in the Wood – Newsletter 138

It’s been years since I walked through the wood at night. On Bonfire Night it was silent apart from a burst of harsh bird-sound, you couldn’t call it song. Ravens, perhaps? We’ve seen them flying in the day-time. Leafless trees stood still, tall black skeletons under a starry sky; it seemed as though the only creatures in motion were my little dog Baskerville and me.

Newsletter 138 - November 2023