Ghosts
Walking through the woods this morning in the dreich.
The surrounding bushes always seem to me to me cowering away from their oak overlord.
Couldn't resist the cliche ICM shot in the forest 😉
The remains of what was once Gallows Farm. There are many piles of stones scattered over these hills which were once homesteads until the enclosures drove the inhabtants away. This one was apparently occupied until the 19th century, now just a trace surrounded by forest.