Thank God for that place - its like breathing fresh air. Well, in fact, it IS breathing fresh air.
Knackered after the journey back on my flying steed but got myself back together with a nice walk in the Lickeys with Talbot....just to keep my hand in as an ancient Brythonic demi-god.
After all, who would haunt those woods if not me?
Visited a few of my old oaken friends in Broceliande Forest and my little Feys.
The year is turning once more and the suns gift has filled the roots in readiness for the long slumber and days of mist, fruitfulness and the peace of the frozen world....
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