Early(ish) mornings with thick frost on the grass, painfully bright in the glare of the sunlight as the world warms from -3C overnight.
Thick misty clouds lurking in the glens.
Forests of primarily oak and birch, the trees green with moss while their fallen leaves cover the ground in a thick carpet of orange, yellow and red.
A red squirrel scampering up a beech tree.
Freedom to walk in the woods, basking in the joyful glory of it all.
