On our doorstep

....is a wee forest, with red squirrels, deer, foxes and birds big and small. With bouncy floors carpeted with pine needles and cones, years in the making, with muddy ditches and fallen trees, with nests, dens and warrens, with old bones, bits of old cars, old potion bottles and old hideouts. With old moss ridden tyre swings and age old rhododendron and laurel. With pine trees bordered by grandfatherly beaches and cheeky wee oaks and birches, willows and grasses. Bounded with fields, sheep and cows, and ringed by aged barbed wire, that's given up being fierce. And when you go high enough, with 360's of Aberdeenshire. With beams of sunlight, warming up the ground, so you can flop down mid walk and start chewing some pine cones.