@Lefty,
Lovely shot. Clearly you are near the bit of the world I grew-up in; your pic just the other side of the A6 from one of my
utterly-favourite spots for all sorts of reasons - the Sharpenhoe Clappers: an iron-age fort long-overgrown
entirely by Beech trees. Sunday afternoons kicking through fallen leaves as a kid, later cycling out & round there on my own as a young teen for a bit of space ... and
still.
..Still a/the place I find utter peace, whatever mood I am in, any time of the year & weather, & esp. whenever I visit my parents
ETA: two in response, 26-28 dec 2016:
My parents, who remain always in step with one another: a long walk round & past the Clappers, pictured over the far side of the hill descending towards Barton.
Dad - at Houghton House, two days later: