Yesterday afternoon glenatron and I visited Waggoners Wells, a 17th century series of man-made ponds in a wooded valley just down the road from us. It's a National Trust reserve and is ridiculously pretty. I've visted before (and Ben is a regular), but not for about a year.



We found a sad tree.



And made a fortress by the falls.



Ben, stomping around like the giant he is.



Bright green canopy! Autumn hasn't come to the valley just yet.



There's half a forest in the bottom of the wishing well. I feel like there ought to be a story in that.



My guardian in the woods. :3



I'm going back to my parents' tonight and am staying there for nearly a fortnight. :| The first week is because they're in Spain visiting my Granny, and Pepsi and Beatrice need looking after; the second week is because Elf needed a rider for the first night of the Halloween spectacular - which isn't until that Friday, unfortunately. Oh wells. That will be my last job with them for the year, and after that I will be unemployed for reals.