Ela, 5 weeks on

As I have to keep clear of the woods or face a hefty fine*, Logan and I were along the riverbank again, which meant a wet dog of course.

The first days and probably week after the storm this path was impassable to cyclists, but now a path has been worn through this tree, although cyclists probably have to slow down and duck!

* my cunning plan, if caught, would be to go all foreign on the law enforcer (I'm sure it can't be the local polizei who are looking out for people illegally wandering in the woods, but then again, who else would do it? Squirrel Nutkin is too short and Bambi too young) and plead ignorance.