A walk, a camp and a touch of snow.

I set off late towards Tisvilde Hegn and after leaving the station I headed into the forest, it was a cool, grey cold evening. But what really surprised me how calm it was, the sea was calm and with no breeze there was nothing to be heard. I wandered through the forest admiring the various twisted shapes of the trees, but being so dull the camera was struggling. After a while I set up camp and settled in for the night. Settling down after dinner I listened to Bob and Andy and their Christmas in a Tent podcast quite impressive and funny especially when the strong gusts of wind hit the tent, a contrast to my location. Soon I was nodding off to sleep to the sound of a Pearl Owl and later a Tawny Owl. I awoke during the night to the sound of light rain, which I realised in the morning was snow.

Lesson learnt in Gribskov

I had been hoping to get away for a couple of days but various distractions put paid to that plan. However, a window of opportunity opened, or was blown open with the passing of the last big storm. I was keen to try out a different clothing arrangement, and with very windy conditions predicted it seemed like the ideal time to head out.