The air was still in the sheltered valley but this wood was creaking. It’s a conifer plantation, planted for pit props, paper making or board but left un-thinned when the demand for softwood started to decline. Now the wood is thinning itself as weak trees are shaded out by stronger competitors. Tall, spindly dead trees don’t fall to the ground but lodge at crazy angles, caught by the branches of their neighbours. Wood on wood creaks as the fallen trees settle further.
As a breath of air ripples through the trees the wood seems to sigh and (very quietly) to groan.
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Creepy.”