The magic forest

Well the day went on after Mount St Ursula... no rest for the wicked ;)

The afternoon turned out to be magic forest time. I have taken a lot of pictures but none really come close to what is was really like. In fact it felt a little bit like walking from the Shire to Bree... but without any black riders (sorry non-Tolkinistas?). Sometimes it was idyllic, sometimes dark and oppressive but there was hardly any trace of forestry, even the paths were too small for modern tractors. I didn't encounter a soul for the whole afternoon. Pretty cool!Leer más