A few sounds from a night excursion into the depths of the wood. There is one track through these woods, which are pitch black at night, miles from anywhere, with nothing around but trees, stars and mysterious rustling creatures.
So you may have to listen on headphones to catch this first one, because the whole point of the Norfolk woods is that they are very quiet, apart from the distant hooting of owls.
And your own footsteps.
In the middle of the wood is a single, sinister cottage.
Admittedly made slightly less sinister here by its occupant, Bunny, my niece’s rabbit.