Having To Turn Back (Night of 28/01/2018)

Grey countryside - the feeling of an estuary, or some lonely coastal region on the edge of a town. Walking along. Stood on a bridge, or some kind of walkway across a rusty iron-fenced in pathway. The pathway is we wet with a puddle, but I am confident that the puddle is not deep. I go to walk in it and discover that the puddle is a lot deeper than I thought. The way is impassable. A companion I am with points out that the 'RSPB' have blocked up the walls - and the holes in the 'wall' - the iron fences - are plugged up with snails. My companion is horrified - not at the use of snails - but the fact that the walls are plugged up at all. I realize that I wouldn't have been able to continue along the walkway anyway as the submerged path is barred by a huge iron barrier. On the other side, the water is even deeper.
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I am back in Forres taking a walk. I decide to take a short cut through Cluny woods - the edge of the 'black woods' of playground legend. I happily set off up the hill. I When I am inside the trees, I notice that it is getting - blue evening sky behind the trees. The hill gets steeper, and it gets darker. I realize I will have to turn back. I can see hardly anything. I descend the hill, which seems to have got even steeper. White branches, as if lit by some ground light stand pale against the blackness of the sky.