Green-grey moss clings to granite stonewalls loosely lining the pasture. It is a break in the middle of the trails, an expanse of sky between the forest. The land rolls and dips, the color of faded straw and hay. A well worn footpath weaves through it, leading back into the woods. Planked boardwalks rest at the fringe of the treeline, where shadows are evergreen and secret trails lay hidden.

It is essential that you swatch prior to casting on to get a good result & the correct fabric/gauge.