What happened on the hidden path through the oak thicketWednesday, October 26, 2016
There was a catch, as life just doesn't flow the way you expect. There were cows in the field we had intentions to walk around and therefore plan B was essential. Thankfully our journey was not wasted and we headed the other way for a wander. I'll share some of those pictures in the next few days but for now I'm focussing on the thicket. We wandered further than before and stumbled across a little gate, almost completely hidden in the low, leafy oak boughs. A concessionary path, no less. The trees and bushes grew densely and not much light made it's way down to the forest floor.
The path took a relatively liner route through the trees and sadly ended by the roadside, with no obvious point of continuation. We retraced our steps back into the undergrowth. Still keen to find the fairytale red spotty mushroom I was hawk eyeing the forest floor for any signs. From ahead, C pointed out this (above) and wondered if it was an old withered example. (on closer inspection it certainly wasn't) but I liked it nevertheless so took a picture. I was just finishing when we both heard a creaking, cracking sound ahead of a bough tearing from a tree and falling to the ground. It wasn't all that far ahead, maybe 30-40 meters so I was firstly relieved that our mushroom hunt had prevented us from possible early demise and second a little concerned that there may be more to fall. As it tuned out, the bough wasn't on the path and we surfaced at the little gate unscathed.
I was so gleeful of finding such an exciting path, which I like to think remains a little secret, known only to a few.