Kingsford Forest

A brisk and bright winter morning. These are some of our favourite mornings. It’s cold enough to see your breath, but the sun is causing steam to rise from fences, logs, leaves and trees. It warms your face as the cold wind brushes across it. Fuelled by caffeine - it is a great way to start the day.

We let Willow pick the route, guided by the smells of the forest and often by giving chase to a squirrel! Brooke was in our LittleLife carrier - amazed by the light beaming through the tree tops and peering around leaves. So were we. We stopped often to capture the contradiction of the forest. Warm but cold, dry and wet.

We stumbled across a wood yard. Machinery amongst nature, they oddly worked together. The forest changing the texture and colours of cut wood. It felt like a partnership that worked both ways.

We skirted Kinver Edge on the way back. There was still time to discover a forgotten gate and catch the sun light shimmering on fallen leaves.