Forest behind the house
On Sunday Cher and I took a picnic lunch into the forest behind the house, we walked down a well worn bear trail to the end of a ridge, about a hundred metres back from the house. It was like we were in a completely different place, the birds were singing, we could hear the rushing of water not too far off and the odd loud crash that may have been the bear that was in the neighbours yard earlier that morning⦠It was the perfect way to say bye to the neighbourhood.