Thanks Ivar. I'll let you into a secret, what is around the bend the path slopes down, narrows and goes over a small stone , moss covered bridge that you would not notice unless you knew. This path as I'd mentioned before was our walk to primary school. Just a single track back then. The farmer now uses it with a quad bike and has ruined the aesthetic beauty of the walk. The walk being a mile or so, at night walking back, it would be pitch black when the leaves were on the trees and no moon, or rain. But we'd know the path so well that you could walk it with your eyes closed, just feeling the roots and stones beneath the feet. But just beyond where you can see, there was a length of about sixty metres where you always, every time, completely lost your bearings. Always an odd occurrence. It was where a very small spring of water crossed the path.You'd then need to walk the path that was pictured in your head. I did not go this far this time to photograph it but will at some point soon.