A cold but wonderful night in the forest. Walking at night and putting up my tarp in the dark I never quite know what I'll find in the morning. I woke at dawn in mist amongst beech and big pine trees. I made coffee whilst still a-bed to the distant sound of church bells and rifle shots. And walked out into a blue sky and bright sun day. I'm walking across country on tracks mostly, heading west with just a touch of north.
Time to walk on from this inn, full of sunday lunchers fresh from church (or boar and deer shooting).
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