About twelve months ago we walked the highland
That place where eagles soar
This time it's going to be different
As I open yet another of natures doors
Stout boots, flask of soup and camera
The only things you'll need
Maybe a sandwich or two if you get hungry for a feed
Now you must place your trust in me
For we go not by man made paths
We're going to follow the paths that nature made
And those paths aren't so wide
And so we leave the car park
Enter winters dank dark woods
Doesn't look that inviting
But I promise it will be good
The meandering path we follow
To you might not be so clear
But this path we've chosen
Is the one used by the deer
See that little cloven hoof print?
Well it points the way to go
More pointed at the front
From the size it was a doe
Stop for a moment and leave the path
Drag your boots through the rotting vegetation
Then step back, wait for the show
See I told you and it has appeared as if on que
The brilliant red breast robin has shown up just for you
He's got brains, he knows that when you stir the leaves
For you have done the work for him
Now he can have a feed