Lindsay's lot

By LindsayWard

Old Forest

no Tom Bombadil to sing a merry song along the way. Instead our walk in the drenching rain was narrated by Em, self-proclaimed Queen of the woods. I was relegated to mere 'visitor'. We reached the reservoir, feet sloshing about in our boots and made a hasty retreat to the car for hot chocolate and spiced cookies. 

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