With a sunset exploding over the forest behind us, we stood high above the surrounding snowy plains; trying to predict the way we would be thrown by shapes of the slopes below. And would we be launched into the rocks or the trees? But sometimes, surely the best thing to do is to get in that black bin bag and throw yourself off the edge?

Thoughts about the schooling of neon tetras.

And the things you can buy in the subterranean world of the tunnels beneath the tower blocks.

The tastiness of yellow mushrooms found in the forest.

And tracks.