Goblin Combe, North Somerset, UK on 13th February 2021 – by Mair Bosworth

“We drove a little way out of the city to buy logs and stopped at a nice wood called Goblin Combe for a walk. It was so cold I put on two pairs of gloves – one over the other. There were tiny shards of hard, icy snow falling on the dry leaves. The light was strange and the sound was quiet and loud all at once.

Maybe because we hadn’t been anywhere in so long or maybe because of the unusual snow, I had a sense of this day being somehow different to all the weeks before it. A sense of something shifting, finally. Like spring, almost, despite the cold. My friend went off deeper into the woods to take pictures of the moss and I made this recording on my phone.”