Another misty morning
The early morning air hangs cool and fresh over the New Forest’s moorland, where the last whispers of mist cling gently to the heather and grasses. As the sun begins its ascent, a soft, golden light spreads across the landscape, illuminating dew-kissed earth and casting long, delicate shadows. Amidst the vast expanse of moor, a small bare tree stands solitary, its branches etched starkly against the now bright sky. There is a quiet stillness here, a moment announcin a new day, where the beauty of the forest's open wildness is quietly renewed.
Another misty morning
The early morning air hangs cool and fresh over the New Forest’s moorland, where the last whispers of mist cling gently to the heather and grasses. As the sun begins its ascent, a soft, golden light spreads across the landscape, illuminating dew-kissed earth and casting long, delicate shadows. Amidst the vast expanse of moor, a small bare tree stands solitary, its branches etched starkly against the now bright sky. There is a quiet stillness here, a moment announcin a new day, where the beauty of the forest's open wildness is quietly renewed.
