... for wood.
They brought home enough to last a week or so,
in their backpacks and in their arms.
It made for a heavy walk,
but a cosy evening.
They crossed bridges ...
Played pirate games ...
Wondered at the bleached bones of stricken trees ...
Befriended this strange creature,
with bulbous nose and tri-spiked mohawk ...
And searched for beasties,
in a mini garden growing in the top of a post ...
A little wooded world of springy moss,
entwined with ivy.
in front of their roaring fire,
they feasted on smoky, garlicky, cheese topped, roasted cauliflower.