The woods in the Rusland Valley always feel to me like the woods of the fairytales. A golden haired princess might easily be hidden here, disguised as the woodcutter's daughter. Especially on a cold winter's day when the sunshine was a special gift before the first snowflakes began to fall.
You never know who or what you may meet! This little black dog appeared purposefully going about its own business.
Last week the way through the wood would have been too miry but now the ground is frozen. The land is sleeping beneath its beautiful cold, glass casing.
