WW 4th March 2009

Just three.
Padding quietly through silent, drifting snowflakes into Bellever Forest.
Until, on Bellever Tor, we came upon Footsteps In The Snow.
Rabbits ?
Possibly.
Hares ?
Just a chance.
Or perhaps Deer ?
Even Woozles ?
With the distinct possibility of it being Something Much Bigger Entirely.
What with the snow, and all.
Torches flashing nervously in the darkness, we all trooped off
Somewhere Else
rather hastily
and had some hot chocolate, sharpish.
Weird.
But then you really had to be there....

You really do have to be there ...

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