Wild Share Wood

Walking in a Winter Wonderland. Sorry - a bit too cliched I know. But certainly it felt like an enchanted wood today. I always find the atmosphere in this wood a little menacing. I think it is the sheer density of the trees pressing in all around, the feeling of being watched from within the inky heart of the forest. This is not a bright, birdsong filled forest. It is dark and cloaked and muffled. It is not somewhere I come alone, which is ridiculous for someone prepared to go alone into the mountains in the depths of winter, or to solo rock climbs. So much of what dictates our actions, however, is not rational though - when one comes to analyse it.