Fog, Mystery and a Shy Green Man

Another day, another walk, another mysterious new wood to explore. Wild  and unkempt, and probably fairly inaccesible in summer with brambles and ivy growth, even now criss crossing the floor. Soggy damp leaves, studded with growing tips of bluebells, means we step carefully and stick closely to a thin snaking pathway.

A Keep Out, or an invitation to play. We hop over the wet, fallen trunk as the fog drops between the trees and drips from branches down our necks

Heading down the muddy bank, watched from above.

Here we find the Green Man, hidden in a hollow trunk, his back turned to us. We step infront, he is watching,  one eye peeping from his moss covered face. Ssshhhh . . .  .

The small, quiet wood comes to an end at a field. I know there is a housing estate on the other side of that field, but you would never guess today. Today you could expect to see any fairy tale Prince or Knight riding home through the mist.