Just before sunrise, two hobbies making a high-speed pass over the forest, above the treetops. A parent and a youngster maybe, from their noisy contact calls?
Morning walks through the forest are autumnal. The heather and dwarf gorse still in flower, but there's a chill in the air, a thin layer of mist hanging over the marshes. And a silence. The birds have raised their broods and are no longer singing.