. . . to the local woods . . .
. . . where the cricket club lurks and the scout and guide camps are held. This clearing has over the years seen my husband doing clever things with sticks, string, matches etc with 'health and safety' an alien concept, and in their turn some of our daughters boiling potatoes on a wood fire and finding their way around the woods gaining various badges. I was never a guide myself, but DH got a huge amount from scouting and the girls some unusual experiences as brownies and guides. We went primarily to look for some autumn colour, but there's hardly any here yet. The best I could do are these pix, some bracken, a fallen oak twig and part of a beech tree: