The mountain landscape is covered in a mysterious stillness, with snow everywhere and crystals forming in the frost on the ground. The titmice fly around quickly, while the blackbirds fly out of the brambles as we approach.
If you go snowshoeing in quieter forests, you might be lucky enough to spot the footprints of the elusive marten or the tiny rosettes left by the wildcat's paws. The snowy ground is like an open book, telling the story of the forest's ups and downs.