Two things:
1) Blue Train's video Mountains song - couldn't contain my laughter at a pretty girl blowing on a giant horn. But that's just my sense of humour perhaps. That was one of the
twee-est things I've experienced in many a year!!
2) I went for a local walk yesterday afternoon about 14.30, in the crisp winter air and unaccustomed sunshine of a rare bright winter's day here n the UK. About 30' walk from home I espied a small patch of woodland from about 1/2 a mile off. Aha! Possible FRN mini-paradise? I made my way along a field footpath which my guess was is quite well walked by locals - I passed a lady walker once and one guy twice as we both walked a roughly rectangular route in opposite directions.
On reaching the edge of the wood I was extremely irritated to find that it was surrounded by a huge field drain (a channel dug in the earth about 8-10 feet wide and 6-8 feet deep with a sludgy mess of water and mud at the bottom which drains the water from the surrounding landscape and conveys rainwater runoff from surrounding villages. Dang! No way over that. But if I could find a way in that would probably be somewhere few of any people go.
I walked the edge of the field drain for another few hundred yards and lo! there was an earth bridge across that would allow me to track back to the woodland and see if there was any crossing point. Sadly not - the drain was wetter and deeper than before around the wood and the edge of the field approach was very wet, slippery and sludgy with mud making the going hard. I was disappointed.
On my way back I found and crossed a little wooden bridge into the next field and just where a second field drain joined at right angles to the first and to my surprise I discovered a little bit of solid ground by which you could enter the wood. My pleasure at finding this was quickly dented as the small entrance through trees was quite well trodden so others obviously used it. There were also a few pieces of litter that were unlikely to have blown in spontaneously so probably kids find their way into the copse to play there. However, I was alone and started in to find the centre of the trees. No dice. Optimism once again dented as I found the field drain divided the main body of the wood from the small area I was standing on. But looking at the field drain, here it was less well maintained, shallower and somewhat narrower so that in the spring and summer it may dry up at the bottom and allow an intrepid secret, free-range naturist to clamber across. Yesterday was not a clambering day, my walking boots were already caked with clots of the thick clay soil we have in these parts and the bottom of the also quite wide drain had water and mud of indeterminate depth and despite the sun, which was just about setting, the frost was still on the sward and the temperature not far above freezing.
But I now have hopes that when the weather improves maybe the drain will dry out and I will be able to get into this small but dense copse (it is only maybe 100-200yards on a side) and have a little FRN refuge to get naked in. It certainly seemed like natural woodland, untended and natural, most probably due to the impenetrable barrier of the surrounding drains.
With the muddy, wet conditions and wearing warm clothing i.e. a fair bit of it, whilst I wanted to get naked for a while in the little patch it really wasn't practical. However, in homage to naturist tendencies...I dropped my trousers and opened my shirt to expose some of my body to the chilly air for a minute or two. I took the opportunity to 'mark the territory' and restored my state of dress to stride out of the wood and back onto the trail home.
I look forward to posting you guys my own local patch for FRN in the spring or summer if I can find a way over the drain barrier!
John