I am a Sylvan type, I must admit. I love nothing better than to roam around a forests and take in the sights and smells of that most strange of habitats. It makes me think of fairy-tales and legends, of folklore and mythology and my mind is transported to a realm where altogether different notions prevail. Far removed from the mundane workaday mentality I feel when in a forest that I am in touch with some fundamental primeval life-force. I found this also when we were in the ancient forests of Tasmania. It just felt so incredibly ancient, still, yet powerfully alive. Mesmerizing.
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