After the previous few days, this was a happy place to travel to. Gliding on the wind, viewing the traffic down below me, then landing in a beautful forest away from the noise.
I flew around the forest, buffeted by the winds, but feeling free. It felt like this was the end of my journey, and that now I had a decision to make. Where to stay?
I needed to be easy to find, in a place that people go to, but also somewhere where information could be passed over to me.
This wasn't the place, although a squirrely I met called Martha was very friendly and helped me spend a pleasant day in the forest. We nibbled on berries and nuts, and chased eachother through the trees. But this is the kind of place I could live, not stay for a couple of weeks.
I will decide over the next couple of days where I should go, but the important factor is I need to be somewhere that gets a lot of visitors. Then I know that I shall pick up any information that gets passed around.
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