It seems as though it was only a few days ago that I paused by this stream in the woods on a fall day and watched the cold clear water bubble up to the surface, rising through several hundred feet of subterranean granite to create a quiet shaded pool visited regularly by bears, wolves, deer and other forest residents. It was a burnished day in late autumn, and both the stream and the grove around it were dappled with fallen leaves, twigs, seeds and acorns.Winter has arrived in the highlands, but water is still springing to the surface from somewhere far underground, and so my stream continues in its appointed task, that of providing a secluded and sheltered oasis for the creatures who share my few hundred acres of woodland.
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