I stepped out of the car onto the wet, brown and winey path of fallen leaves and pebbles leading into the dark cover of the trees.
The light pierced through the leaves of the high treetops like a perfectly straight sword onto my face giving me a warm sensation as my lungs expanded full of the fresh morning air with a scent of mint and bark.
As I continued down the path I noticed a squirrel racing in a zigzag down the trunk of the enormous oak tree and across my path. Its light brown fur glimmered as it stopped onto a small patch of sunlight on the large leave bed and began to scrape its claws into the soil searching for something to eat. Noticing me it quickly ran of and disappeared into the distance.
My hands started to get numb from the freezing cold and I proceeded to rub them together letting the friction warm them up before sliding them into my jackets front pockets.
I tilted my head up towards the deep blue sky noticing the singing of a tiny wren, sitting on one of the frail top branches.
As I proceeded down the swift path I began to hear the splashing of water nearby, I fallowed the noise over a small embankment where a river flowed slashing into huge boulders. As the river flowed downstream I noticed something bright sparkle at the bed of the shallow river.
Getting closer to the side of the river I got on my knees and reached down into the freezing cold water to retrieve what was a British pound. Amazed of the discovery I rubbed the coin with my thumb completely forgetting of the pain on my right hand from the freezing water.
Suddenly a droplet of rain found its way running down my forehead, sliding my hood over my head I proceeded to run back to the car.
The pain of the cold was suddenly present once again.
