At last, a ray of sunshine. I dashed outside and headed for the forest hoping to capture sunlight piercing through the branches or something. The result is a little more like the aftermath of a zombie attack in The Walking Dead. I exaggerate but the branches and logs lying around look a bit like body parts to my over active, Netflix infused imagination. It’s unfortunate that walking about in the forest should conjure up images of undead rednecks. Perhaps it has something to do with the warning signs everywhere cautioning the foolhardy wayfarer to stick to the cycle path or else be shot with live ammunition. Insisting on the live nature of the ammunition seems somewhat excessive. Why would anyone shoot with blanks?

Anyhow I quite like the misty, mysterious, frosty look and I was lucky enough not to meet any exanimate hillbillies today.

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