Lost in a forest, all alone (Rousse)

It was alright for the sheep that wanted to reach the pasture from the shoreline. They simply ran across the single track road, then leapt up the cliff-face, skilfully securing their feet in rocky nooks and crannies on their ascent. I had to take the long way round up the slope of the road and into the field through the gate.

But then I found a short cut through a small wood. I would be with TPR sooner than I thought. I worked my way through the trees, hanging on to handy branches when the steep path narrowed. I didn’t appreciate, however, the growing density of the wood, and the darkness that came with this. Soon I was lost in the forest, all alone.

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