my friend, the great of winds that sweep through the british forests, rendering the transportation of pollen are my favorite natural display of nature. I love nothing better than a long days foraging, embracing the gusts of all important oxygen engulfing my face. I used find that some animals are shy when thy rain do fall, therefore reducing the chances of making a catch, however, now speaking from the perspective of an advanced boyuer/bushman, i have learnt the secret code of the woodland foe and can now track them, following their every move and more often than not, bring home a tasty beast for my eat.