Fernworthy Forest.

Silhouetted crossbills, lichens, mosses, deer and hair ice. The mouse clutching his last meal is surprisingly poignant – I think it’s his expression and the droplets on his whiskers. The gradual decay of the campsite I found a couple of years ago continues – sadly, the beautifully made little log bridge has gone.

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