As the light begins to fail, it’s not so very difficult to understand how ancient man developed such a profound fear of the forest….Even the trees themselves seem to adopt a far more menacing aspect, appearing, as they inevitably do, to close in on you as night consumes the last vestiges of light, reaching down to grab at you with gnarly old fingers, while the wind whispers and gossips through the swaying branches high above and malevolent clouds scud their way across the darkening sky!

Werewolves, Vampires and all manner of mythic Faerie Folk are still rumoured by some to prowl the wooded trails of a night and few sane men would ever venture more than a stone’s throw into the sinister darkness by themselves.

Here then, are a small handful of pictures I took in late November during a two day and a single (very long) night’s stay in one of the UK’s oldest and most myth-infested forests.. ..