Started as a sunny morning and this fellow above us in the tree.
Then it went down hill, my co-driver (rally reference seemed appropriate) blindly following the sat nav led us an hour and a half through a working forrest.
The highlights included narrow gravel roads, steep inclines, dodging on coming lorry trains carrying trees and dinosaurs and tribes hiding in the jungle having never seen outsiders before.
The view from one of the peaks (and engine cooling down spot)
End result a very dirty and slightly cooked wilson, hopefully not sporting any permanent damage.
Day ended outside wellsford at “sheep world” a site run by friendly “Balin” (looked like the dwarf from the hobbit) but a fairly charming and rusting site that paints there sheep pink/red.