If I've used thicket incorrectly then you'll have to excuse my exuberance for cracking out a word which seems to sum up everything I like about undergrowth. On Sunday we broke off from chores and scheduled cooking time in the hope of getting a little fresh air and a regaining a smidgen of sanity.
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.

Many oak trees amongst a variety of everything else. As we opened the gate, there was a frequent thud to be heard from all around. A pitter-patter of raining acorns; we put up our hoods in the vain hope that it offer some sort of protection.

 Berries hit the deck.
 I found this rather interesting fungi on a silver birch,

 There were plenty of fungi to captivate me.


Hurrah for not getting squashed by a tree, But do be careful in woodland.
I was so gleeful of finding such an exciting path, which I like to think remains a little secret, known only to a few.
Sophie