I ventured deep into the muffled woods. Echoe had fled. Dogs barked in the distance. The snow compacted like meringue underfoot. My trainers had no grip of any kind as I set out to see Badger. I could hear weasles in the distance carelessly reving their quad bikes.

Warm coffee, snickers, camera and russian world music carried me deep into the wild woods.

Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow...

 I decided to take a break and make a video:

I met a horse with no name. Well at least none that I knew.

A mare I think chewing bark and waiting for sugar lumps.

I had no sugar lumps.

I met a fawn idling by a lampost but he objected to my taking his picture. He muttered sheepishly about toasted tea cakes. I told him I'd packed my lunch. I offered him a cigarette but he declined. Bloody fawns.

Not wanting to be turned to stone in the snowy wood I made my way home on the number 47.