Warm September

It's still quite warm and sticky, even though we're halfway through September. Spent a lovely weekend away in the Forest of Dean. Camped on a tiny campsite surrounded by woods. Filled my lungs with fresh wild air. Forests always inspire me in a very deep and ancient way. There's something about the interplay of light and dark, the ominous prescient presence of tall trees, the ivy and the undergrowth that just gets me going. Must be my Celtic blood, I suppose. It's no wonder that for the Celtic peoples green was the colour of magic and mystery. Whilst driving through Wales on Sunday, we saw some of the brightest greenery that I've ever laid eyes on. The grass in the fields and the trees' foliage was so intensely green that it seemed luminescent. Bring on Eire next!