We move together through the coolness of the tree-created shade until we spot broad shafts of sun ahead amidst the greenery, and there we find one of those favored spots, where we'll rest until we rise to seek yet another of our secret woodland shrines.
It is always quiet in these places. On a sunny afternoon such as this superb October day, there is a special warmth and fragrance; a soothing peace.
Mick and I can almost always find a log on which to sit, and prayerfully we ponder there.
And soon we rise again, refreshed.