Week 47 Landscape: Abandoned

For this week's landscape, I headed to Rindleford, to the woods behind the house where my husband grew up in search of an old cave house he came upon there when he was younger.
We had to walk a bit through through muddyy, boggy ground to find the place, and it was strange, because while I pride myself on my childhood weekends and summer holidays spent in among nature, I'd never realised before how tame that nature had been. The wood at Rindleford is so small, only really a narrow strip of trees between feilds. But to be in amongst that narrow strip of trees, with no sounds besides those of the birds above and the squelching leaves below and no meausre of how far you've come, no markers save for the muddy puddle path, it's frighteningly easy to imagine how simple it would be to find yourself lost in a wild place, how quickly dark descends, and when it does, if you aren't prepared for it, you're stuck. And the further we walked, the more aware of this I became, the more the potential for disaster began to creep into the back of my mind and I realised just how much of an urban girl I truly am. And perhaps that I may have watched a few too many horror films. But as creepy as I found the woods and it's little forgotten houses, I couldn't resist paying homage to the Blair Witch-y vibes it stirred up in me.