The ground has been totally sodden by intermittent heavy showers. Animals can no longer hide their passage; this signature was Monty's.
There is very little non green or brown colour about. These Spindle Berries are only just clinging on...
...along with some wild Rose hips which I shall use in the next few days in place of my non-existent Holly berries.
We often take this woodland path, which has been made entirely by Deer, Boar, and Badgers. It is now so well established that one really would think it was a human footpath.
And so back towards home. The sun is shining, it's reasonably warm, and the boys are tired. I have a feeling that they may well settle down to a long pre-teatime sleep by the fire.
Yup; thought so!